Fenrir had been lounging on the grass of his chosen room, trying to sort his head out after one of the weirdest weeks of his life, when the knock at the door came. Not that it had been bad having Savannah in his head. Or had he been in her head? He supposed it didn't matter. He hadn't felt that light and cheerful in years and he felt a weird desire to thank her for that. He also felt the need to apologise to whoever had ended up with his memories because that must have been pretty shit for them.
The knock at the door broke him out of those thoughts though and he wandered over to open the door, expecting that it might be Savannah or perhaps Remus. But instead it was a beautiful, young Indian woman he didn't recognise.
"Uh, hi," he said, shifting slightly. He glanced over his shoulder at the weird little home he'd set up - with the bed, table and various chairs and sofas and cupboards and whatnot scattered among the trees. "Um, yeah, it's... nice. I like being outside and inside, if you know what I mean."
He paused for a moment then managed to dredge up some manners he hadn't used in a long time. "Uh, do you wanna come in?"