Ice Wolves

The plane lands and you step out into the crisp night air. The breeze feels relaxing on your face. You meet your friends at the exit and walk towards the luggage claim section to retrieve your things. After you get them, you rent a van and drive off towards Wolf Mountain. It only takes an hour before you enter the driveway of the resort. You heave your suitcase towards the registration office. A bald gentleman greets you. "Welcome to the Wolf Mountain Ski Resort!" he says. "How may I help you?"
"We would like a room, please," you say to him.
"Okay," he says, grinning.
He looks at you, the same grin on his face. He is really creeping you out.