The greyhounds stand their ground against the wolf, baring teeth. They aren't hunting dogs, are no longer running dogs, they won't attack but they still try their best to protect, out of loyalty and love for their owner, while he remains unmoving. Coyotes are common enough in the woods around his cabin, but they keep their distance and he, respectfully, keeps his own. To be faced by a wolf, and one so large, when he hasn't a shotgun or a rifle on him, is something else entirely.

He knows better than to turn and run, knows better than to break eye contact, so he remains put and tries to will a calm to his dogs, to the wolf, as anyone would do in such a situation as if the force of one's own will could do anything at all. Little does he understand, though, that the force of his own will had changed.

"Ssh, It's alright."

He says, more to himself and his dogs than anything else. Keep watching keep hoping the wolf turns off and leaves them alone.