Eye for eye, Fenrir held his scowl once engaged in the dominance stare. This was a tactic he knew well, and he would hardly be affected by his own style of intimidation. The man called MacMillian was apparently of the same mind, for neither of them flinched when the gazes had locked. So amber glared into brown as the relaxed response threw all menace out of his growls.

The fact that he could sense his opponents caution reinforced Greybacks self-confidence immensely.

Fenrir paused before responding, and in the space of that silence he shifted his weight upon the stool, rustling heavy shoulders further back into his patchwork fur robes. Less pressure was rested on his arms as his balance returned to his lower back and stomach; there his muscles could control a sudden twist and lunge if need be without pitching him from his seat. But for the moment, the shaggy man did nothing more than adjust his weight, a quiet rumbling sigh bubbling within his deep chest.

A concerned parent, finally came his gravelly reply, a sardonic sort of smile pulling at his pale lips. The smirk drew one corner of his mouth away from the other, revealing the point of a tooth that had been filed into fang-like sharpness. One of mychildrenclaims to have met the man.