Wren catches up a few moments later. "She's not," he says, and it's as pointedly at the dog as at the man she's decided to make friends with (through pure harrassment, it looks like). " -- Inari, get down. But she likes to remind me I'm not in charge."

She's ducked behind the man now, all play, and Wren rubs the back of his neck. Of course the two of them clicked at the shelter: she likes trouble as much as he does. "I'm sorry. She's got a mind of her own..." He's already gauging how fast he can make a move to scoop her up.