fenrir greyback wants your children. (ulfr) wrote in wished,
Fenrir shifted uncomfortably as he stood next to Rodolphus. It was a preposterous thing, having to wait for a signal. He could smell the occupants of the house. Their scent carried on the slight breeze that travelled through the dark. Children. He hardly needed anybody to tell him when there were people in the house to know they were there. Others, however, did. So he kept quiet, letting Argus keep his position of power over the man inside. It likely made him feel important.
Making no noise as he moved through the house, however, was another matter entirely for someone as brutish as Fenrir. He managed, only the slightest squeak of a floorboard once, maybe twice. It was only after he saw Rodolphus draw his wand that the thought even occurred to him. It wasn't all that often to encounter a situation in which he actually needed it.
He took another breath, breathing in the scents of the house. All his senses, easily, focused on the trio lurking just beyond the door.