; just like the very image that one thinks of when they think of one. Standing on two incredibly powerful legs, massive bulging muscle covered in healthy brown hair. A simple jump and he was between Fenrir and myself, facing the other Werewolf. "She’s not the reason I called for a pack meeting," Remus" deep and growling voice was heard as he spoke in his Werewolf form. He glanced over his shoulder and nodded.