Remus had thought that the lonely days spent in a piece of shit pub on Christmas were behind him. He had just wrapped up an unsuccessful month with a neighboring wolf pack in Somerset, on behalf of the Order. The wolves had no interest in fighting the war against Voldemort. From their perspective, they had two options, join the Death Eaters, and solidify all of the preconceived notions that werewolves were simply monsters, or fight for the side of the light just to return to a world that didn’t offer them the basic rights of employment, housing, or health care. He really couldn't fault their neutrality, and if he didn’t have his own pack on the line, he would have probably come to the same conclusion.