"Beg pardon? Wolves?" She tried not to look nervous at the thought, but the sudden tightness in her voice was unmistakable.

"Wolves wolves? Werewolves?" It was a very prudent question to her, and she desperately hoped it was not the latter. While she was loathed to do it, a well-aimed stunning spell was enough to clear a regular wolf away, but werewolves were another matter entirely.

Quick to bustle across the last bit of distance between the edge of the forest and the sprawling farmhouse Lily looked over at Eleven once they approached the entrance. "Are you still frozen? We'll get a fire going, and more tea."