Nathaniel Harvard
“Yeah, it doesn’t look like it. By the way, I never introduced myself,” He offered a small smile. “Nathaniel Harvard, Uninfected,” he offered his hand, though by pure habit.
He knew she probably wouldn’t shake his hand, considering the distance between them, but he did the motion by default. His semi outstretched hand could be taken as, by the wolf, a chance to sniff him in a not strange manner.