"Not many at all," he agreed, glaring at a particular tree behind MacNair as he considered his options. There was something rather annoying about the way that most wizards viewed werewolves. It never surprised Fenrir - after all, wizards were nothing but plain savages, quite like himself, he'd like to say - but the annoyance never left nonetheless. Sometimes, he would fantasize about going through that entire godforsaken Ministry and ripping out each and every one of their throats and watching the blood paint the marble floors red. It was a beautiful image. But then there was MacNair who Fenrir not only tolerated, but he pretty much enjoyed the company of. He was perhaps the only reason that he was still biding his time for the opportune moment.
"You're one of a kind, my friend." The "my friend" rolled off his tongue practically as a laughing growl, making it sound almost mocking.
Fenrir got a possessive glint in his eyes as he watched MacNair, not humored by the teasing. That werewolf - whether he be at the school or not - was his, no one else's. And the idea that someone else would end up using his creation for their own personal gains was a disgusting thought. The idea that his wolf cub (and in his mind, that's exactly what the boy was) was being trained to go be another one of the Ministry's bitches was an even more disgusting thought. He barred his teeth slightly, letting out a warning growl, as he snarled out, "I wouldn't bet on it."
Practically rolling his eyes at the other man, he took a swig of his drink that was quickly followed by an unashamed belch. "I wouldn't know," he told him airily. "They never gave me the chance to find out. Technically, if what you say is true, then that boy is the first werewolf to ever step foot inside Hogwarts as far as I know." He practically grinned. "He's practically making history." Looking over at the other man, he flexed his hand, turning his gaze onto his sharpened nails that were more like claws even in the waning moonlight. "And I hope he is," he told him truthfully, not bothering to hide the crazed glint in his eye.
He was like any other parent. He wanted all of his cubs to grow up big and strong and another uncontrollable spawn-- at least for the Ministry. For him-- No, they would all bow to his whims.