For the first time since she had known him, Scooby began to pace. The movement was slow but restless. Back and forth. Stop. Turn. It was not aggression. It was uncertainty, and it unsettled everyone who saw it.
The initial results confirmed what Vanessa had already feared. Scooby carried an overwhelming 85% of wolf genetics. Far more than any documented hybrid. The numbers did not quite explain his size, and they certainly did not explain his nature.