"Hey," Remus answered easily in return. "I'm good," he said with a wide grin, looking up at James as soon as he was done mussing his hair. (As if it mattered, with all the dirt and leaves that were in it right now.) "You?"
He rarely got to take Wolfsbane when he was from. They made it when they could, but it was complicated, and they rarely had all the ingredients readily available in the camp. Dumbledore did his best -- but there were strings that even he could draw only so often. There were other ways they contended with it; everyone in the camp knew what he was. Sirius was always with him on the full. Sometimes he had to be locked up or chained up, and that was just the way it was. But this was so much better, having something close to a pack -- his pack, with him.
He didn't know the James that he was currently curled up with, but then he hadn't known hardly any of the other Marauders that were around the compound. There were so many of them that he still had a long way to get to know before he got to know them well.