Emberwood couch day

To Sam it sounded like the growl came from nowhere, and his head whipped around as he froze in his tracks.  The voice that followed was surgically sharp, calculated — the wolves in this land were so strange!  How his mothers had ever settled here, he had no idea.  Oh, he blurted, Sorry!  My sister lives here... um, her name is Ibis.  I'm Séamus...  He was so sure that his sister had mentioned him (ha!) that he did not even question that he might be doubted.  Do I have the right place?  Did I mess up?  His tail wagged lightly as his ears pinned back, eyes wide as he awaited some kind of answer.  This woman was large — maybe almost as big as he was, though her image might've been exaggerated in his mind's eye.  The difference was her bulk seemed to be made of muscle, and his was made of fat... he hoped for his sake that this went well.