Logic tells him wolves should be dangerous, but this one... looks kind of cute. Cute in the sense that Scott's initial disbelief turns into a kind of happy feeling, most especially when his palm is between the wolf's ears.

"Oh," he mentions, teasing, "you're a smart one."

Fingers ruffling through his fur (what a lovely colour, really), Scott crouches down. Eye contact is good, right? But he finds his earlier statement proven when even the wolf's gaze is smart-looking.

"I think you might be the nicest wolf I've ever met." And also the only wolf he's ever met, but who cares about that?