"Part of my job is listening to rumours, Fenrir, or to listen to what isn't said." He smiled, finishing off the cigarette before tossing the filter into the flames and letting the fire consume it in an intense moment of heat. "You'll learn a lot from what people won't admit to, or the pauses in their conversations, all the things they're thinking they should say but they hold back on." He shrugged, Fenrir was a wolf, mostly a wolf, and no doubt could smell or sense things that were thought but never said. Did wolves keep secrets, was it possible, couldn't tell just tell what their pack mates thought? Or like vampires and their turned, was there some connection that linked them so that thoughts were simply shared? He had no idea, but also, strangely, no desire to discover the truth yet.
"Well, it's a pity you missed out, by all accounts I was a bastard of a lad. Maybe you could have brought me up better with tooth and claw." He laughed, although he did not regret his own childhood, or the freedoms he had enjoyed. As free as any werewolf club, that was true, if not more. "But maybe you got off lightly by leaving me be."
He didn't appreciate being called a pet, that was for sure, not not from there werewolf that meant it in the most derogatory term possible, but there was little he could do about it. "Well, they call, I come running. But they usually let me off the leash. I decided to come up here, and I'll stay up here till the job's done. Could be months, considering how much the fucking centaurs have been breeding." Perhaps it was no so wise to insult them so loudly here in their habitat, but with a werewolf close-by, he doubted they would bother them. Even if they did, MacNair had dealt with the herd in the Black Forest easily enough. "But yes, it has it's perks, and you have certainly taken advantage of that in your time.
"But I was in the pub, and heard that there's a young wolfie in the school. About that age. Didn't mention a name, but he won't be hard to find." He promised, drawing out the cigarette box again and offering it out to the other, "What do you want me to do once I've found him? Give you a progress report? Bring him to you? I doubt he'll be willing to run away with you, Fenrir. You're not exactly a young boy's wet dream."