Fenrir was with the others at the coronation to his grimace, but Meira insisted he came. He never did like basically any from the upper-class class, granted, he doesn't really like all that many different types of people. However he did feel nervous about the Cimmeria's being here. He thought to himself, "Just keep your cool. I will get Meria to trust me and think I am just a dumb little kid she picked up off the street, I will get her to help me rescue the other werewolves they are keeping in Cimmeria and then I will gone and we will look for the others and then just find us a nice werewolf controlled place to settle down. I can't let this go wrong just because I lose my temper. My brothers freedom are way more important than petty revenge." 

However his thoughts were put on hold when he noticed Nathan. All he know about that person was his name and Fenrir could sense something wasn't quite right about him. He decided that talking to him might get his mind of Cimmeria for a while. He walked up to him and said, "What is you're deal. You look like you're going to punch a guy just if they poked you." He then took a moment to sniff the air, and some thing really didn't seem quite right with this Nathan fellow.