Angie glanced over to Fenrir who only growled, aggressively showing his teeth. It didn’t really have the effect he wanted when Remus’ teeth were the size of his fingers. What intrigued me the most was that Fenrir hasn’t transformed yet. I knew he could, but there was something else going on that I couldn’t quite pick up. Something that had to pertain to Werewolves themselves. Was.. was he intimidated by Remus?