Likely it recognizes a kindred spirit. The wolf used to be one of those blob-like creatures, after all, and it watches the jay right back with big, unblinking yellow eyes. Perhaps they can communicate, as they can with the people they've bonded with. Who knew what they were saying, in that case.

"Sure."

Charles just shakes his head. He's not worried, and the wolf isn't about to go hunting its own kind any time soon.