Cala sits quietly throughout the thorough response, eventually pausing the game as she realizes she's actually in a discussion. The remote dangles from the wrist strap as she pulls the icy blanket against her fur, shifting in her seat to find a comfortable listening spot. Her eyes slowly scan the room vaguely in Riley's direction, though the wolf still avoids looking directly at the officer as she speaks. Her ears remain peaked and attentive despite the feigned distractions, and upon conclusion, she allows a moment of stillness to think over all the things she'd just heard.
"I guess I'm probably part of the exotic issue then, huh?" Cala gives a small, somewhat forced laugh as she pulls the blanket over her ears and head in a hood. "That injured bunny earlier mentioned another wolf having been here, but I'm probably safe in assuming he wasn't Eastern. We aren't supposed to be here." Her tongue pokes out of the fanged muzzle, mild discomfort at the ambient temperature constantly pressing the back of her mind. The basement's AC, paired with the cold covering, was near pleasant. Near. "Also Brian is gonna love using you as an example of a model pet. If you hear your name and he's not talking to you that's probably it." A slightly cruel grin replaces the playful gesture, then a quick shake of her head resets her expression to a neutral interest.
A soft growl interrupts her as she corrects "Right, I should introduce myself. Not sure how much they told you, but... Cahalith Wilson!" She grins widely, pulling the improvised hood down onto her shoulders. "It's a werewolf name - Cahalith. It means storyteller. Everyone calls me Cala though, so whichever you'll remember."
"And since you should probably know either way... I'm a feral wolf. My three brothers, my sister and I were -" Both ears twitch backward suddenly, her tail shifting against the seat audibly. The grin remains, but the eagerness in her eyes is suddenly gone, leaving only the hollow smile. " - picked up by Animal Control after our folks met the business end of a semi. So eventually word got around to a pet's rights activist - Emelie - and she and her husband Arthur eventually managed to get us away from wherever that leads." Cala gives a soft shrug, the emptiness switching for a gentle frown. "A lot happened after that. It's expensive to care for a bunch of wolf cubs, after all. Arthur asked for Brian's help to get funding, so Brian turned our charity case into a scientific study. He's a psychologist trying to determine... " Her tone turns curious, intrigued. "...what mentally separates humans from other mammals. So he proposed that they raise us as they would human children..."
The storyteller trails off, giving only a soft yawn as she sits back upright. Quickly facing the screen again, she concludes "Ah, on second thought, that's waaay too long a story. I'm sure you have other things to do tonight. Summary is: I'm on a diet but you're free to anything in the fridge, we have way more than I'll eat; I have Skype calls with the tutor from four-to-six each day; and if you go in my room without my permission and escort you will find a very unhappy wolf. Not pet. Hopefully you enjoy staying here, and if you have questions, feel free. If I start talking again I won't stop - it's been a bit since I've had someone new to talk to." Once more the smile returns, habitually polite, as she quits the search and begins navigating to the first level.