[Yeah, okay. He might've stiffened in fear when the wolf approached, ready to dive at the bushes, grab his pet and run off at the slightest sign of danger. But it didn't come. The wolf remained docile in its approach, enough for Sabo to relax once more and even freely hold out his hand for the animal to nuzzle when it's near enough.]

You're not the talking kind, huh? But maybe you can understand me? Keloggs does in some way, after all. [He returns the friendly greeting by gently patting the wolf's head.] Hmmm, how should I know then... Ah. Could you bark three times for me, please?