The kitchen was a welter of steam and sound. Reggie had to shout as he introduced Thom's new coworkers.
"And that's Fenris," Reggie said, pointing to a shaggy wolf in an apron. "He's from out of state."
"I dwell in the dark behind the sun," the wolf growled.
"Technically we're violating some health codes, but Lordy-Lord, there is just not a hairnet big enough. Show him your trick, Fenny."
The wolf's eyes glittered dangerously. Reggie, grinning, held out a can of condensed stock. Slowly, hatefully, the wolf opened its bone-crushing jaws and delicately sheared the top off.
"Handy!" Reggie crowed.