It knocked Greyback back half a step. Most werewolves were highly resistant to magic, and few were as strong as Fenrir. Still, the spell was felt, and the werewolf's reaction was rageful. It made a low, terrible sound, stepping over Remus's body toward the newcomers, eyes flashing at the wizard.
The dog was hardly of consequence, but the blood in Fenrir's mouth was still warm and the wolf, when confronted with the chance, wanted more. It had forgotten it's task was done, until thew newly bitten made a sound. It wasn't quite a whine, just a quiet, desperate noise of pain and struggle.
Where there was one wand there would be others, and the dog smelled wrong, smelled like magic. It wanted to pull the black dog apart and piss on its corpse, wanted that strongly, but it recognized that this wasn't the moment. It wasn't reason. The knowledge was as much instinct as everything else it did. The werewolf surged into the grass and disappeared from sight.
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Date: 2012-01-31 06:10 am (UTC)The dog was hardly of consequence, but the blood in Fenrir's mouth was still warm and the wolf, when confronted with the chance, wanted more. It had forgotten it's task was done, until thew newly bitten made a sound. It wasn't quite a whine, just a quiet, desperate noise of pain and struggle.
Where there was one wand there would be others, and the dog smelled wrong, smelled like magic. It wanted to pull the black dog apart and piss on its corpse, wanted that strongly, but it recognized that this wasn't the moment. It wasn't reason. The knowledge was as much instinct as everything else it did. The werewolf surged into the grass and disappeared from sight.