He understood. Oh, Remus Lupin understood every word that was dropped from her mouth like venom. He had fought to stay in control, and he had done it for Sirius. And now this bitch. This fucking bitch cunt was badmouthing her. The wolf knew. The wolf knew that this wasn't simply dinner, that this wasn't a moment to just kill quickly and effectively. The wolf knew this was a game, the wolf knew that the throat was off limits, and that it would live...but nothing else.
A slow movement, filled with laziness as if the urgency had gone from him followed. Two legs extended forward, his paws spreading out wide. The rear two stretched as well as his haunches raised up and he almost seem to yawn as he watched the woman with calm and amused eyes. The two were in agreement, the man and the wolf: this woman was not to be tolerated anymore. It had hurt their mate, and it had almost killed him...and now they would return the favor. A red tongue lolled from dark lips, sweeping once across the sharp point of a canine.
Where to bite, that was the question. Oh, but there was things to do first. A great many things before he bit so hard that the disease could take hold. The wolf stalked towards her, moving slowly and gracefully around her in the circle. They wished that they had picked a bigger cage; it would have been good to run her to death. This space could be broken with four small bounds. It wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough.