And he gets it, because that was not what he was expecting the giant wolf to go for. He'd been defending his throat, thank you very much. Though he couldn't help that he reached out to try and get it back. It'd been a gift from Sam, a Dodgers cap in the old design for codgers like himself that couldn't deal with the brave new world where his only options for baseball team were something called the 'Mets' and the damn Yankees.