When Oz found Fenrir, he would have found a werewolf far more hideous and large than the typical Buffy werewolves. Greyback was, as the name suggested, a giant gray hulking beast who was currently bent over the body of a small girl. It was a girl who had ran away from home the way all small children did, hoping to get their way. She had only wandered away for less than an hour when the wolf caught her scent and attacked without a moments hesitation. There was something so satisfying about the flesh of children, something so wrong and wonderful. The pain of the children was infinitely small in comparison to the pain is caused the community. But oh, the flesh was so sweet. The scent of innocence was so strong. The girl had long died- this wasn't one he wanted to turn. He had better plans he could barely keep straight in his mind while he was in this form. All he needed now was blood- the plan could come later.
He stopped for a moment and sniffed the air. He turned around and growled in warning to whoever was stepping closer.