Remus really didn't see Dumbledore offering the Order's assistance without binding Patrick to them in a way much more permanent than a payment in potions. It was too much of a risk, even if Patrick's intentions were in the right place. But, he supposed there was always a chance the old wizard could surprise him. "I'll see what I can do and let you know."
He sat back again with a quiet snort. "Trust me, we thought it sucked in the seventies and eighties, too. But, Patrick, you did not have 'a few werewolves'. You had the beginnings of the pack that's the main issue now. Voldemort didn't give them the numbers that attacked us. Greyback wasn't leading them. They were already growing on their own and you would still have been a target. And the Ministry would still have been ineffectual at protecting the clinic because they don't understand how a pack like that works." Like a lot of other things the people in this time didn't understand.
"Just as long as they're careful about the other creatures that live in that forest, as well, I suppose it's the best option for now." Remus laughed, shaking his head ruefully. "I can tell them from experience the centaurs aren't very friendly when you cross their borders -- and an arrow to the rump hurts like hell no matter how quickly one heals!"