What separates boys from men?

Even if Enrico had missed the soft female scent carried by the warm air up to his perch, he would have had to be sleeping not to notice when the slender gray and white form meandered beneath him. He ended up watching her approach with his head cocked to the side with a natural curiosity. Not many wolves seemed to choose to travel the north, and she was - he noted, as her scent brushed him again - injured. Enrico's gentlemanly nature could not allow him to let such a thing pass without offering assistance, though he had no healing knowledge himself. "Good evening, signora," he called down to her calmly. "Are you in need of assistance? I see you are injured."