A shifted stance and a gripped wand; they were the methods of preparation for a potentially harmful showdown between two alpha males as they stared at each other across a scarred wooden bar. The approaches were different, yet they would yield similar results in the end. The scruffy, harsh-looking traveler had a surly, dangerous aura about him, an impression that made the curly-haired pureblood certain he would spring into action without the aid of a wand. Kenneth would use the enhancement of magic to tilt things in his favor, especially against a werewolf. It had taken him a few moments to identify creature for what it was, but the fangs and grotesquely colored fingernails, not to mention numerous scarring around the face and hands, were enough to make the department head certain of his deduction.

A concerned parent. One of mychildrenclaims to have met the man.

Concerned parent, one of his children, the alpha male; this man wasnt merely a werewolf, he was a pack leader. While other werewolves were protective of the rest of their packmates, very few of them wouldve referred to its peers as one of their pups unless they felt they had a pressing responsibility toward them, and despite this mans scraggly appearance, Kenneth was certain he was talking to the dominant male. If he were a younger wizard the current situation wouldve had his palms sweating and his eyes shifting for potential escape routes, but the brown eyed man was no slouch when it came to defending himself from magical creatures. The scars remaining on his body from previous encounters were unending reminders of the miscalculations hed made in the face of some of the worlds most dangerous beasts, and with that knowledge came an acquired sense. Overconfidence wouldnt do in this situation, not when it often led to recklessness. Hed leave that folly to the werewolf before him. Until then, he needed to try identifying the man beside him before he selected his words.

Hed spent very little time during his stint in the lower echelons of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures office dealing with werewolves. Dragon wrangling had been a more pronounced interest to him in those days, so placing exactly which being the aggressive-looking man in front of him was referring to wasnt as difficult as hed been anticipating. Howls of pain and the grotesque crackling of rearranging flesh as the werewolf transformation was forcefully reversed filled the mans mind as memories of Rikket and his brush with the Ministry replayed. He was a member of a well known group of werewolves, a group that gave his department more grief than any other, one of Greybacks. Fenrir Greyback, that was the name of the man sitting next to him. Kenneths eyes became sharper, more aware as he continued watching his companion with unblinking brown eyes. Now he had a greater reason to be on guard. Your concern is admirable, he began slowly, calculating, but perhaps its misdirected. If children followed the set rules there would be no need for retribution, and, ultimately, concern.