Being that Jeeves had never seen a normal timberwolf, this one's coloration had little bearing on his sense of danger from it. The spirits were more an indication, but he did stare at the bizarre creature for a very long moment. He had no idea who this was, which made it all the more disconcerting. It appeared to be some sort of wolf held together with sticks and leaves.

"Good afternoon," he said to the new comer, glancing to Pinkie for some sign of recognition. "I do not believe we've met. My name is Jeeves. Have you come to assist with the harvest?" The valet watched the creature's ears swivel toward the howls. Perhaps this person had come to interpret the howls?