Just curiously... pets his head.
Sitting on the ground was the warg, tall and imposing even in this position, his hair tousled and unkempt, his eyes flashing with a strange mixture of anger and exhaustion. He had been through a lot lately, and the last thing he needed was someone patting him on the head like a dog. He couldn't believe that someone would be so brazen as to touch him like that, as if he were a mere animal to be petted and patted. He couldn't help but feel that the person who had done it had a death wish, or mayhaps they were just trying to provoke him.
Either way, it was a foolish thing to do, and he knew that he should be angry, but he was too tired to summon up any real emotion.
As he sat there, he couldn't help but ponder if he looked more like a mutt than the Garlean Empire had already made him feel. He knew that he had been through the wringer lately, his clothes dirty and tattered, his face haggard and drawn. He had been fighting a losing battle, and was on the brink of exhaustion. He longed to swat the offending hand away, to make a show of his strength and defiance, but he simply didn't have the energy left. Instead, he let out a deep, weary sigh, a sound that spoke of his resignation and defeat.
He was a formidable opponent when he was at his best, but now he was naught more than a shell of his former self. He had been pushed to his limits, and he knew that he needed to rest and recuperate.