Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

"LITTLE WOLF?!" She bellowed, and veered toward him again with a snarl. He came close so suddenly she wasn't prepared and recoiled, not quickly enough to avoid the light nudge. With a simple change of gait he was able to pull away and out of her reach though the fury he'd evoked was enough to make her hone in on him, rather than some dwindling fire off in the woods. She'd grab him, and snap him into bits until he was a little wolf too. 

But she'd have to catch him first.