Fenrir/?
He picked up a glass of the champagne. The drink wasn't his favorite at all, but he was attempting to be 'nice' and 'social'. Fenrir decided that he would go on a small hunting trip after he spent enough time surrounded by the overwhelming floral smell and sycophants.
Sipping on the sweet bubbly drink, he stood off to the side and scanned the room. Merlin, I don't want to be here, he thought as he planned his evening hunt. Maybe I will invite a companion for the night... His thoughts were interrupted by someone addressing him.