Fenrir did not have too wait on the street in front of the warehouse for long before he was greeted. Hawkman had told him to wait for a former heroine named Black Canary, an attractive middle aged woman with a penchant for leather. She appeared from a side entrance of the warehouse, moving so quiet that the wolfman might have missed her if it wasn't for his enhanced senses. 

"You must be Fenrir, we've been expecting you." she called, gesturing him over with a wave of her hand. Too her credit she didn't gulp, or hide, or run away in terror after seeing him, not like just about everyone else he had met since becoming a monster. Then again, she was probably used too seeing far stranger sights than he, being a superhero and member of the Justice League for so long. He padded slowly towards her, equal parts apprehension and excitement building up inside of him. Canary didn't seem too notice. She led him inside and through the warehouse and towards the secret elevator.

[i]Some time later[/I]

Black Canary had led him too the secret headquarters and too his own personnal lodgings. She had talked the whole way through the short tour, telling him about what to expect and giving him names for people he hadn't even met yet. Truth be told he had trouble keeping up with all the words that had tumbled from her mouth, so he had kept his peace and said little in return. She had left him to settle in to his new home after that, returning to the Flash. 

The room was large and spacious, at least for Fenrir who had spent time in worse accommodations. . . Much worse. There was a wardrobe built into the one of the walls, which he ignored as he had no belonging's to fill them with. The bed was comfortable, and he curled up on top of it, metal frame groaning under his considerable bulk. He wasn't sure what to do know, save perhaps try and get some shut eye. But surely Hawkman hadn't sent him here too sleep! Perhaps this was a test, and he was to figure out his next move on his own. 

Not long after his senstive sense of smell caught several unfamiliar scent's from down the hall. Soon he heard footsteps in the distance. His interest piqued, he decided too investigate. Perhaps this was his new pack that Hawkman had spoken of, and if so it was time to introduce himself. 

He moved quietly through the halls, keen senses guiding him towards his quarry. Even being as large as he was he could move far more silently than most, too silent for the ones he was tracking at least, as not one heard him approach. His smell though, there wasn't much he could do about that. 

[I]"Somebody smell a wet dog somewhere?"[/I] One said, too loudly for Fenrir's liking. He struggled to understand human languages since his transformation, but dog was a word he knew far too well. Too often it had been leveraged against him as an insult in the past and he didn't like hearing it again. A low growl emananated from his lips, a response to the insult and a declaration of his prescence. 

"Not dog. Wolf" he snarled, long tongue and lupine mouth obviously not suited to speaking english. 

"Fenrir" he added, pointing a big taloned finger at his chest in way of introduction. He waited for them to do the same.