Jack isn't really sure what to say because while he knows he wants to see his kids, especially the one that's his, he doesn't want to confuse them. The baby's probably too little but the older one might remember him. He's about to say he'll just leave and come back some other time when he's interrupted by a lapful of fur and paws and teeth.

Holy shit. It's a wolf. Not just a wolf, but a giant, overgrown, the-size-of-a-pony wolf.

"Carter? Why the hell is there a wolf in the house?"

His voice is a little high and nervous but the wolf seems to be all right with him being there, maybe a little too all right. "Uh, calm down, buddy. And yeah, go get the kids, I'll uh, be here. With the wolf."