You wonder for a moment where the amulet came from; it certainly wasn't there a few minutes ago. You glance around the room, expecting to see someone in there with you, but the door's still closed. Noone has come in. Perhaps you simply somehow overlooked it?
You feel compelled to examine it more closely; you're strangely drawn to it. You pick it up, and it feels warm in your hands. The necklace itself seems to be made of pewter, but expertly crafted into the head of a wolf, with ruby chips for the eyes.
Something again feels like it's compelling you, and you slip the necklace over your head, almost without thinking. You immediately feel almost ashamed, and slide the amulet under your shirt, hiding the charm. It feels warm against your chest, too warm, quite frankly.
You open the door, heading downstairs, not wanting to keep your servants (Your servants???) waiting.