The team was making good time reaching the cruiser.  

Stalwart Defender was the first to arrive.  Though the Outsiders was technically Fenrir’s team, and he had been given carte blanche to pick the members, he spent weeks listening to his fellow Leaguers advice on who to accept.   Defender had an easy attitude to him that seemed to put him at odds with the rest of the team and its mission, but he came to them with the highest of recommendations from Superman himself.  Fenrir could hardly dismiss Stalwart, not with a backing like that.  The Man of Steel usually made it his business to be aware of promising new heroes, after all his last protoge had been the alien Ditto, and he was now leading Young Justice. Whatever it was, there was something about Defender that had caught Superman's eye.  On top of that he seemed too have familiarised himself with the ships weapons systems, quite a feat seeing as the cruiser was a highly experimental craft composed of alien materials and technology.  Fenrir couldn't decide if that was impressive or suspicious, but resolved to keep a closer eye on the big man regardless.  

He smelt the next member coming long before she came aboard, despite her doing her best attempt at a predator stalking its prey.  He play acted ignorance, finding some part of the control panel in front of him incredibly interesting as Belle seen her game through to its conclusion.  With a roar and a pounce the child attacked, her hunt a success.  The Wolfman barely moved, save for the smile tugging at his lips.  He was more than willing to let her have her childish fun, knowing all to well there were those out there all to ready to take her childhood away from her.  They had done it to him after all.  That, more than any other reason, was why he had taken her on with the Outsiders, to keep her out of the reach of those that would seek to use her.  She was safer with him than with anyone else, and woe betide anyone who challenged him on that point.    

[I]“Roar!” I got you Big Bad Wolf! I win this battle!”[/I] She giggled, while managing to stick the toe of her shoe up his nose.  He half-heartedly tried to remove her, chuckling himself.  

“The Big Bad Wolf is conserving his energy.” He replied as way of excuse for his humiliating defeat.  If only Hellfire could see him now, his brother wouldn't believe his eyes.  

He was so driven to distraction that he nearly missed the entrance of Bloodwalker, Tamashi Akuma.  Tamashi had been one of the members that Fenrir had personally picked after pouring through the Justice Leagues files on heroes from around the globe.  The demonic swordsman had even been earmarked for a place on Justice League Dark before he had been recruited into the Outsiders.  He wasn’t the first demon that Fenrir had worked with, that honour went to Iga Fumiko, so he didn’t have the small minded prejudices and suspiciouns some might have at working with a hell beast.  Despite that Fenrir was wary of him, the Wolf inside him telling him not to let his guard down around the demon, that there was something ancient and uncontrollable about him.  That description could also apply to Fenrir himself though, as Granny had found out, so Bloodwalker was getting the benefit of the doubt for now. 

Next to arrive was Juno Hoshi, Twilight.  Batman had insisted Fenrir take her on.  At first he had figured it was because Batman believed she would be an asset, but he was becoming more and more certain that the Dark Knight had merely wanted Miss Hoshi out of his, and the Justice Leagues, hair.  She had a foul attitude on her, the stink of entitlement following her around like thunder follows the lightning.  He had come to find out she had a famous mother who was a leaguer herself at one point, had excelled in her studies and been quite successful in manipulating the media into thinking she was a rising star.  That didn’t excuse her arrogance.  Had she helped him and the rest of his pack take down Deathstroke when he had been on his superhero killing rampage?  No.  Had she been tortured at the hands of that madwoman Granny, chained to the wall between himself and Hellfire, just to escape their bounds and save the lives of over three dozen meta children?  No.  Had she stood against the Tomorrow Womans cyborg armies while the rest of the country cowered in their homes?  No.  Still, her vendetta against the Intergang was interesting, showing a certain amount of aptitude for the style of work that the Outsiders may be called upon to perform, so perhaps she was more than just hot wind and bluster.  Time would tell, though if she imagined herself so much better than the rest of the team then he would watch her with a far more critical eye.  

She was off to a bad start though, calling Belle a bloodthirsty beast, even in jest, failing to win any affection from him.  Too often he had heard that phrase levelled at him in the past, both sneered in insult or screamed in terror.  He remained silent, imagining that this was too early a stage in the teams life to threaten to tear her arms off if she said it again.  He found being a leader was hard, so many compromises to make.  

He took his mind of Juno by fixing on the next member to arrive, the telekinetic Poltergeist.  Fenrir had found Jaymi living in a homeless shelter after nearly two weeks of searching.  He sure knew how to keep a low profile, there was no mistaking that.  The Wolfman had put so much effort into finding him for two reasons.  Firstly, his powerset would allow greater tactical options and strategic options.  Being able to relay orders instantaneously without the use of comms would be a great advantage, and having a powerful telekinetic on the team would always allow them extra dimensions of attack ad defence.  Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, was that he had the potential to become a level head in the group, and hopeful be able to mediate the more extreme personalities.  After all, Fenrir himself was obviously entirely unsuited to that role.   To do that though, Jaymi would first need to come out of his shell, to embrace the Outsiders and all they could offer him.  Even now he sat apart from the others, insulated in his solitude.  Hopefully this first mission, this trial by fire, would forge a bond of camaraderie between the team.

He was still wondering on how best to get Jaymi to open up, a prospect made all the more difficult by Fenrir’s general deficiency in the social department, when he felt Belle’s grip strengthen, her small fists grabbing clumps of his hair.  His first reaction was annoyance, his patience for her antics starting to wear thin, until he hear her low snarling.  He quickly realised that  Warpath was trying to yank her off, aid that was completely unasked for.  A fierce and terrible anger enveloped him, the Wolf inside wanting little more than for him to burst to his feet and tear Adam’s face off.  He managed to keep himself controlled, partly by thinking that he had to set an example for her, to show her that they don’t have to react like the savages that people expect them to be.  Mostly though it was the fact that Belle herself was handling it so well, and if a child could keep her calm then he should try harder to remain cool himself.  Despite that Belle’s growling seemed to become deeper and more menacing, until he realised that this new growling was coming from him.

[I]“Whats the situation Fenrir?[/I] asked Warpath, a monumentally stupid query.  The situation was about to be his spilled guts and the rest of the team being forced to clean up the cruiser.  The desire, the [b]need[/b] to tear at Adam was becoming too powerful to resist, his resolve beginning to crumble as the Wolf’s arguments for violence became more and more compelling.  Just when it felt like he could restrain himself no longer Belle squirmed out of the Warpath’s grasp.  It felt like a pressure being lifted from Fenrir’s chest, the all consuming hunger for blood slowly receding to become a dull ache in his temple.  

The plant man Thorn approached, admonishing Adam while offering a hand to Belle.  Fenrir couldn’t help another low growl at the sight.  He felt he liked Thorn, though he wasn’t sure why, perhaps it was the Gothamites natural look spoke to that primal part in the Wolfman that preferred the green woodlands to concrete jungles.  Regardless of that, and despite Thorn’s innocent and well meaning intentions, Fenrir just couldn’t help getting his hackles up when someone approached the Belle.  It worried him at times, just how protective he had become of her in so short a time.  Rationally he knew that Thorn meant her no harm, but at the moment he wasn’t being his rational best.  He did his best to calm down once more, tearing his angry eyes from Val to level them upon Warpath, the one deserving his fury, and still a hairs breath away from a torn out throat, with his hardest glare.  

“If you do that again you will be leaving this team.” He said softly, though not so quiet that the rest of the team couldn't hear if they listened closely.  His voice was strained, the unspoken implication that Warpaths parting from the Outsiders would not be peaceful was obvious in  Fenrir’s face and demeanour.  “Now sit.  You will find out the [i]situation[/i] soon.”