"Tip y'head back. You need to stretch the throat." Ren leans over and with two fingers pushes Joan's chin up to lengthen the line of her neck. "The muscles'll relax quicker if you do that."

"Wouldn't dream of it, petal." Ren snorts. Wolf monsters, eh? Was she trying to give a subtle clue about being a knowing kin. "I ain't so offended by the Irish part. Ren O'Neill. My ancestors all came from Eire." Her accent is thickly Northern English and closer to Scottish though.

"When you say big wolf monsters. Tell us what you mean by that?" She probes.