Jeeves was equally troubled by the thought of wolves... merging. It brought to mind fairy tales of highlands and moors where demon spirits were said to roam as great animals. He didn't believe them for his own waking world, but here, they might be harder to discount.

The stallion began pulling more apples down from the trees with his magic and depositing them in the baskets. He glanced over at the white timberwolf, noting her own apparent consternation at the mare's words. "Ms. Pie, could you, perhaps, expand on what you mean by merging? How might this occur?" He didn't particularly relish the idea of facing down enormous monsters.