Natasha found her futile attempts most amusing, and couldn't help but to laugh as she tried to change into different forms. Really, did she think she had no knowledge at all of what she was and what she could do.
'Have fun playing, little one,' she said, ignoring her as she left the basement of the abandoned house and Apparated to the house she and Fenrir now occupied in Upper Slaughter.
It was dark when she arrived, and the lack of moon prominent. She didn't have question where Fenrir was. He'd be by his silver, looking out at the sky with no moon.
Tonight would be different for him, though. Tonight he would feel strong.