No matter what happened, Lily resolved that she was not going to scream. Even though every muscle in her body tensed tight, the hair at the back of her neck and along her arms prickling as goosebumps washed over her skin, she didn't dare make a sound. With her heart pounding her eyes followed the wolf as it stepped closer, its neck craning to allow it to sniff at her hand.

Slowly, as though she were moving to touch a ticking bomb Lily moved her fingers, flattening her hand to allow the wolf to sniff at her palm freely.

Admittedly, some part of her couldn't help but wonder if it wouldn't spare her the loss of a finger too - but she pushed the thought away, trying her damndest not to panic.