Fenrir would sigh as he listened to the group bicker, [color=ed1c24]"Gods above did he hate people who acted like children."[/color] He would silently think as they just wouldn't stop. His saving grace would be when the young Gavin would turn to him and say, "Use your powers; summon a few spirits to keep Ms. Light safe until she changes her mind." At this Fenrir would smile showing his enlarged canines and would hold his hand up to his mouth slowly exhaling a thick white mist.
	The mist would thicken and separate into three separate entities. These entities would whisper in a strange language and Fenrir would respond back. They seem to nod shifting back into mist and begin slithering towards Ms. Light. All the while Fenrir's eyes turn from their normal hazel into a dark brownish almost black. These 'spirits' wrap around her feet and fade away slowly. 
	He would then notice that the others were still bickering and snarl slightly. Listening to the young lady behind him while looking [color=0076a3]"I'll be fine, thank you."[/color] At this he would sigh slightly, she probally thought he was calling her weak which wasn't the case as he holds two fingers up to his lips and lets out an ear-splitting whistle.