Apparently Jinayah’s enlightenment would have to wait, as a familiar alarm screeched aloud. Trouble, the kind that would necessitate the Pack’s intervention. He grunted, the noise voicing something between annoyance and appreciation. Without wasting another second he turned and tore through the halls towards his room. Thankfully he had already unpacked, his Fenrir costume in easy reach. The Nth metal armour had served him well this last year, but it was starting to show the wear of several battles, one conspicuous dent running across the breastplate from right shoulder blade to navel. The wolf mask helmet was the last thing he slipped onto place, before buckling his knife belt around his waist, the weight both familiar and reassuring. 

He felt good. 

He felt ready to hunt. 

He was in the control room just behind Ditto and two pups, the whole process of gearing himself for battle taking mere seconds, a result of one of Carter Halls innumerable drills. [I]A hero that gets ready quick, wins quick.[/I] He always used to say, while forcing Fenrir to don the heavy armour over and over again, though it apparently paid off. Black Canary was outlining a plan of attack. The Wolfman would no doubt be in the first team, the one to run Cinderblock off the bridge. That suited Fenrir just fine. He had a lot of tension to relieve, and savaging the stone-villain seemed like the perfect way to vent it. 

It almost felt good to be back. 

It was then that the air in the room began to stale, the stink of smoke and brimstone beginning to waft around his nostrils. It was faint, to faint for the others to catch it, but he knew it was there. The cause was easy enough to discern, but he couldn’t believe his eyes. A demon stood in the corner, or a least a demon in the guise of a girl. He could see her like everyone else, but she seemed to flicker in and out of existence, to be replaced with a horned demon. He growled softly, taking a menacing step towards her. She spoke calmly of the coming battle though, and the rest seemed to accept her readily enough. He stopped in his tracks, confused now. After all, none of them here were ‘normal’ least of all him. And after the Pack had accepted him, in the form of the Wolf no less, was he really in a position to judge her?

No, he wasn’t. He settled back uneasily. First the battle with Cinderblock, then he would have to find out more about the pups.