“Dog.” the alpha werewolf signs, pointing in between each gesture “Dog. Dog. Dog. There’s a dog, [witch].”

“Yes,” sighs the witch “You do realize you’re a werewolf, right? Don’t you get your fill of petting canines at the pack house?”

“Ask them if I can pet the dog.” signs the werewolf, attention focused sharply on the soft looking golden retriever “Please, [witch?]”