“Uhhhhh…” Wolf uttered in response, man was he in a pickle in this one. Quick you stupid scruff man, think up something! “Well, yea I mean… My dad’s side of the family is uh, the Wolf-sons, and that’s why my name is Wolf. It’s part of my family’s heritage, the Wolfson family!” Wolf managed to say giving a very awkward smile. Perhaps he can get out of this one. If not he’s paying his check and heading straight for the door. Wolf scratched his neck rather nervously, hoping she wouldn’t pull out a pitchfork on him.