He's inhaling through that Y-shaped mouth and exhaling through the four pipe or hornlike structures on his back. There's a little bit of a hiss or a whistle to that exhalation, clearer to wolf ears. And... that's a no on things to hang on to. He's covered in something like close-fitting small feathers and nothing else.

<I could take you on my back,> he says, tracking her with those numerous eyes and entirely unaware of biting-related plans. <I was able to carry Saturday some ways, but I was injured at the time and she was not well centered. You're slighter than she is.>