Fenrir left them to hurry back to the clearing and check on those he had left behind.
Two females sat on the ground looking bored. One who was obviously pregnant got up eagerly and moved to them looking for her part of the meal which her mate had brought with him. She and her mate had managed to hide the fact they were werewolves though it was generally accepted that most people in Low Hollow were magical creatures and monsters of one kind or another. Even here werewolves were low on the totem pole. Only were rats were considered even lower something that angered Fenrir to no end.
On the ground safe and sound sat a little boy of 4 idly drawing in the dirt with a stick. He was covered in a light coating of soft black fur but he was much too young to actually change fully. Fenrir sniffed him and gave him a moment to stand up and wrap his chubby arms around Fenrir neck and run his dirty fingers through the grey fur.
After a moment Fenrir grew impatient and shook the little boy off. The boy whimpered and began searching the pack for his mother and father. Fenrir inwardly winced. His mother had just been slaughtered. His father was most likely still with the body prostrate in grief. More than likely he had lost him as well.
The lad would probably be turned over to one of the remaining females to be cared for while his father left to roam by himself until he either killed himself or died. While the boy would grow up loved he would grow up without the love of his parents.
Fenrir hoped that wouldn't be the case. Sometimes depending on the werewolf strain, and a lot of people didn't release there were several, a werewolf would not mate for life and could actually go on without anyone at all. Fenrir himself was such a creature which was why the bonding to the muggle had infuriated him so.
Still he didn't want to loose anyone else as it was actually harder then most people thought for people to survive their first change as a shape shifter. He could bite people and infect them but he couldn't make them loyal to him nor disrupt the general instincts werewolves lived by.
The female left behind to help guard her pregnant companion and the child was sitting on the ground cradling her own infant to her breast. He was suckling eagerly and was so small he could have fit in Fenrir hand. Fenrir licked him almost dislodging him from his mothers tit. This caused her to snap at Fenrir and he shied away.
It wouldn't do for him to upset the females. They could cause problems and he didn't want to deal with unrest within his pack. Especially not since he was still reeling with shock over how fast the situation had changed on him.