Bo gives a small nod to the stranger as he takes a seat. Though the other customers might not have strong reactions, Bo gazes at the wolf with great interest. After a moment, the air before his eyes takes on a slight and unobtrusive shimmer, like heat distortion, as he looks for signs of enchantment, charm or possibly even transformation. (Which may or may not produce reliable information.) The glass of rum stands forgotten on the bar while this goes on.

At last he turns and asks, "Kindly forgive my curiosity, sir, but is that - ah, creature - a guard or a pet?"