Prompt: Cookies
Seeing as Hermione had completely refused to remove the cloak, and there was some form of magic keeping him from ripping it from her himself, Fenrir settled himself in front of her and started digging through her basket. He was tossing most of the items out onto the dirt, mostly herbs and flowers that hurt his sensitive nose, though not enough to drive him away, just enough to make him sneer at the scent.
Finding something that had a must better smell, he tugged the wrapped bundle out and slowly undid the tie.
"What are these? They small good." His voice was still that low gravely sound that had Hermione shiver in delight, even as she fought off revulsion.
"Those are cookies, they were meant to be a snack before I went back." Hermione huffed, still wrapped tightly in her cloak.
Raising a brow, Fenrir took one of them, sniffing it before taking a bite. His entire face light up at the unexpected taste, his eyes glittering in greed as he quickly finish the cookies without even thinking to offer the surely hungry girl one as well.
Hermione couldn't help but compare him more and more to a beast.