Harry watched the wolf dash off again, feeling (despite Sonya's reassurances) slightly relieved that it had gone, and nodded understandingly as Sonya listed her grievances. Much as he sometimes felt lonely, it was probably for the best in the long run that he couldn't have relationships here; there literally wasn't any way for them to end well.

He never knew what to say about things like that, though, so he was glad for the change of subject.

"I know, it doesn't feel that long since my last birthday here," he said, nodding. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna be 28. That's only two years off thirty."