The growling did nothing for Gage. He'd figured out being a werewolf on his own. He'd quickly learned that whatever pamphlets healers could provide him or books family members picked up for him at Flourish and Blotts was terribly out of date and frankly untrue. So whatever warning she was trying to give him, that might have made him take pause if he were part of her pack, was utterly lost on him.
"People run their mouths. It's what drunkards do." He gave her a pointed look. He knew Aberforth wasn't the sort to overserve his patrons, but sometimes it was hard to tell if one wasn't a regular.
"If you lost someone..." He trailed off and shook his head. Gage had no business to get involved. Except that if she didn't start controlling herself it would cause him a greater issue down the road. "It's not the time to drink yourself to death."