The contortion of features and the baring of animalistic fangs had Kenneths body shifting for a brawl despite his unwavering stare. With every new flicker of anger in Fenrirs eyes and dangerous quiver of his upper lip, the pureblood wizard became more certain that the werewolf was looking for a fight, if for no other reason than to prove his dominance. Inborn pride prevented him from backing down and acknowledging the pack leader as a greater male, not when the curly-haired man knew he had the upper hand while Greyback remained in human form, even for the sake of avoiding a physical struggle, but he didnt plan on asserting his own talents in a seedy little pub, either.

Still, even the best laid plans were prone to change under dire circumstances, and the werewolfs leap to the top of his stool had Kenneth rearranging his strategy without hesitation. He was primed for a fight, the one named Fenrir, and it shouted as much with every shift of muscle and rumbled growl deep within the mans throat. In a physical tumble his chances of overpowering the beastly stranger tilted more in his opponents favor despite previous training. Sitting behind a desk with paperwork for nearly half a decade made sure of that, but magically speaking it was no contest. The grisly creature didnt have a wand, and Kenneth was well trained in the use of his in confrontations such as this.

With a motion just as quick as Fenrirs sudden jump Kenneth trained his wand on his unwelcome companion and continued staring at him with cool brown eyes. The rules of nature endanger the lives of innocents who would otherwise be safe from being murdered at the hands of something they are not equipped to fight off, and those who arent killed are doomed to live a life they didnt choose. You say our rules dont help our people survive, yet your kind kills the weak without a purpose. The victims, those that die, arent used as a food source. Nature doesnt dictate death without a purpose, we both know that.

Kenneth paused, his face stony with conviction and distaste as he stared at the savage manbeast, Our rules merely state that your kind make use of various secluded hunting grounds weve designated around the country on the night of the full moon, and that is neither cruel nor unreasonable. It keeps the innocents safe and if those simple regulations cant be followed, then we reserve the right to do what is necessary to protect our own. A feeling I daresay you understand, Greyback.