Remus chuckled quietly when he saw the raised eyebrow. "Old habits die hard," he said by way of an explanation. "Was always more of a tracker than a sentry. Easier to see disturbances from a distance if you get your head above the forest floor."
Of course, the fact he'd grown up with trees as playmates instead of people might have something to do with it.
"Easier to surprise others on patrol, too," he added with a smirk, knowing full well he hadn't surprised the other werewolf.
The mention of training had Remus groaning, however, as he leaned casually against the tree he'd so recently been perched in. "I'll settle for training them in simply being 'not dead'. Ninjas is beyond the realm of hope, I'm afraid." He understood he was dealing with housewives and door-to-door broom salesmen and the like. But, honestly, the students had a much better attitude -- which was frightening. "Half tempted some afternoons to send them in there and see if they come out. How did any of you manage to be so good at your jobs as Aurors and Hit Wizards with the foundation in basic Defence so lacking?"
Of course, he supposed Jazz at least had advantages many of the others didn't in that regard.