Wicked was sitting on the floor, mouth shut tight but her face gave it away. She was almost as shocked as Tony. She had heard the rumors, seen the dead rabbits in the forbidden forest but the scars were damning. The angle; as if he went to shield his face during the attack and the the size; as if by something bigger than a wolf yet smaller than a hippogriff. She suspected there were more self inflicted wounds. She had a million questions because she found Werewolves thrilling but that vein in his neck was throbbing so she thought it best to sit tight.
"Well," He cleared his throat. "I was attacked while camping in the woods behind my house.Just you, Fury and apparently Miss Anderson know. And Hogan really did just change schools if it helps."