Well. That was probably a faux pas. Flavian's not used to werewolves that aren't trying to eat her, though technically she knew there are all types here. "Pardon." She tries, as disarming and smiling as possible.

She still does want to find out, though.

"Please say if it hurts." She cautions before, never to look a gift wolf in the mouth, she presses the little corner of the silver hanky very daintily, gently, on to the inside of Astra's wrist.