That was an odd smell. It was rich, but it wasn’t something she smelled where she was from. Even if she lost sight of him, though, she could tell where he was based on scent. It was a perk of being in wolf form.
Amaterasu followed, heading up the stones, her tail wagging all the while. She avoided jumping up them too high; humans here seemed to be afraid of her when she did that, for whatever reason. The man was balancing something on his lap and he had a cup in his hand.
Hakuba watched the wolf as she approached, tilting his head at the strange markings on her. No, he’d never seen a wolf quite like that before, if it was a wolf in fact. Ethiopian wolf, perhaps? No, the body was all wrong for that. He set the brief case aside, took another sip of too-hot coffee, then set that on top of said briefcase.
“Hello there,” he said, voice soft and gentle. She didn’t seem aggressive; tail wagging, bright eyes, alert ears, nothing really off except for those markings. Were she one of his dogs, he would be getting a ball ready to throw. But since he had no ball and she was not one of his dogs, he instead watched quietly. Beautiful animal.