Something familiar about the wolf kept tugging at the back of his mind but he ignored it, knowing it couldn't mean anything. Pouring a glass of milk, he sipped at it on his way to sitting down on the couch. The wolf continued to keep close to him, giving him looks he knew he had seen before.How odd.

"You tired?" Steve asked, setting down the glass of milk on the coffee table. "We have to get up early to sneak around before the guards make the rounds.