Greyback grunted at that. Most of England was too hot, even for the stealthiest of his people: the Dark Lord’s forces had begun using the threat of vicious rogue werewolves to keep the frightened populace in line. Any hint of fur or fang would have a dozen corrupt Aurors down on them in seconds. Yet it was familiar territory, with none of the language problems or unfamiliar spells that came with raiding abroad, so perhaps ...?