[ It's quick, the shift from the easy-going demeanour to something very different catches her attention before she can even answer Peter's question. Luna snaps to attention, eyes widening and bemused expression she'd previously been holding drops. Silently, and quickly she grabs Peter's hand, stunned.

She is fortunate, however, to have some understanding of the wolf's behaviour. They came here on purpose. Helga understands her speech, but the wolf-dog cannot speak back. Over the years, she's noted how Helga communicates. This creature isn't moving to attack, this isn't aggression. But it's certainly.... authoritative, even if it's not being aimed at her.

Her eyes dart to the side, to Peter. This wolf is no usual wolf, it is something very special. Something otherworldly, powerful. The marks upon its fur, the blazing prismatic colours behind them. Maybe it really is looking for Paimon, after all. ]

They came here on purpose. The wards didn't pick up anything they didn't like. [ It comes out barely a whisper, her heart skips frantically in her chest. But she's outwardly calm, tightly holding onto Peter's hand.

Even if she knows the wolf means no harm, there's a definite assertiveness that she knows best to be wary about. This wolf is not Helga, after all. But still, even her magical wards didn't see this creature as a danger. ]

I— I thought maybe Paimon had met them, that's why they knew to come here.