The wolf snapped at Megara, getting up and circling before sniffing about the ship. There was nobody there, but quickly the ship received a message over comms that there was a stray "merchant" ship taking enemy fire that had put out a distress beacon. There had been attempts to identify the ship, but those attempts had proved futile. The wolf flopped down with a half howl. Pira went to the wolf, offering him her hand. When he snapped at her, she put a hand on his muzzle. He settled down a bit. "What's wrong, wolf?" Pira asked gently. The wolf whined. Chase was being effectively useless, unsure of what to do.