Disclaimer: I thought it had been a while, so once again the characters etc in this, and the following chapters, do not belong to me.

Striding fast but not fast enough to attract attention Remus headed towards a little bar he'd heard harboured some of his kind.

The bar was dark and grim, a fitting place for a werewolf. Ordering a drink he sat on a stool and looked surreptitiously around. There were half a dozen patrons spread out, the closest to him only a stool away.

The fellow turned to him and growled low under his breath, the yellow gleam in his eyes betraying his nature. Deep inside Remus the wolf growled back, it had been a long time since was allowed to run free.

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