" And what’s that about?” he asked, nodding toward the wolf that now had the collar of Carter’s coat between its teeth and was trying to drag him away. It wasn’t going so well for the timber wolf, seeing as Kelly had burst out of the bar with an impressive battle cry, grabbed his brother’s leg, and was pulling him in the opposite direction.
“I couldn’t even begin to tell you.”
“Kelly!” Carter shouted. “Save me!”
“I am,” Kelly yelled back. "

― T.J. Klune , Ravensong (Green Creek, #2)