Fenrir released a deep growl on the appearance of Wilberforce, his sharp and angled teeth barring themselves passed his chapped lips, even showing his wolf like colored gums, even though he was still in human form. His black eyes turned to the girl who seemed at a stance ready to fight but Fenrir wasn't concerned, he didn't even seem threatened that she had a wand, instead he remained a bit intrigued. Well... Intrigued and annoyed due to unwanted company.
"A bit, yes." Fenrir growled, his large hands clenching into a fist and then opened, revealing long, bone hard, sharp nails that was two different shades brown. "You go the wrong way, Grim. I've told you and the fools that. One would think you do it on purpose." Fenrir was not shy in speaking his opinion and often did. It was wildly known that Fenrir did not trust Wilberforce, as it was wildly known that the feeling was mutual on the other male's end.
At the mention of Potter, his teeth shown again as he pulled on a eerie grin. "I know I can." Was his simple answer but then his attention was brought back toward the woman. She seemed brave, almost stupid to who she was facing but there was something in her, a trigger, something that knew she was out of her league. The woman must have been a Gryffindor for her foolish courage.
"Funny you say that, Grim. Because a waif and stray seems to be exactly what she is." He could smell, in the sweat that graced her brow, it was similar to his, not as potent but a familiar scent nonetheless. He continued to circle the girl as she stood, watching him as he was her. "Her scent." He said. "She carries Lycan blood." He got close to her, her scent rolling into his nostrils as he tried to find her out some more but something was wrong and he abruptly stood back.
"She smells of you... and my sister. A friend of yours?" His voice was grim as he moved passed the girl and to the man. "Who is she? What is she doing out here? Is that why you try to play her off as nothing important?" A gleam caught his eye and his head quickly moved back and a growl mixed with a grunt escaped. The sun hit her hand and something shined.
He moved toward her and barked out a laugh. "She almost got you killed, Grim. Turns out she's nothing more than a thief." He snatched her hand and held it up. "She has your ring."