These wolves were particularly aggressive... or hungry. Odo wondered if they too were trapped in this pocket dimension or if they were a native part of it. Did they suffer the same limitations? After chasing a prey for four hours, did they find themselves back at their lair, frustrated and useless as the residents of the inn? Still, the urgent part was not to let Liz become their lunch, preferably without hurting the animals.

He put his wings on the ground and turned into a huge wolf, the mother of all dire-wolves, red eyed, bristling haired, growling and drooling. Then, as there was no reason he couldn't also fashion human vocal organs, he said "Hi Liz! Need a... paw?" Yes, that was a terrible pun, but he had learned that sometimes humor helped people in tense situations.