Prompt 28 - howl

It wasn't unusual for Greyback to behave like an animal. Even when he was in human form, he could often be seen running through the woods on all fours as a form of exercise. He also liked to sit outside at night and howl at the moon, and when it came time for bed he would turn in a circle four or five times before laying down. But the one thing no one expected to see was Greyback carrying a stuffed animal in his mouth.

It happened one morning at breakfast. The werewolf emerged from his tent, a plush wolf held in his jaws as he trotted over to the campfire.

They watched as he knelt beside the the fire and deposited the little wolf on the ground beside his plate. He then nudged it gently with his nose, pushing it towards the food as though he were encouraging it to eat.

"Uh Greyback," Scabior began, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth. "You feelin' alrigh' there, mate?"

"Of course I am," Greyback snapped, looking thoroughly offended by his question. He then glanced at the plush animal and grinned. "This is my pup. Some Muggle was carrying it in her backpack when I slaughtered her. So I rescued him and brought him home with me. And look." He squeezed the stuffed animal, causing it to emit a high pitched howl. "He's learning how to talk."

One of Scabior's Snatchers leaned sideways and whispered in his leader's ear, "We really need to find him a woman."