[ There's a growl at first, eyes pinning back against his head, but then the wolf pauses. He recognizes that scent, and it's enough to have him whine. That scent means pack, and so he shifts forward, enough that some of the light from the street can hit him.
He's smaller than usual, the size of a normal wolf instead of the larger form he usually takes just because he can. Physically, there don't seem to be any injuries, but his eyes are hurt and scared. Glancing around, Fenrir takes a few steps forward, leaning against the leg of his master minder. Kelly's safe. Kelly's pack. ]
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He's smaller than usual, the size of a normal wolf instead of the larger form he usually takes just because he can. Physically, there don't seem to be any injuries, but his eyes are hurt and scared. Glancing around, Fenrir takes a few steps forward, leaning against the leg of his master minder. Kelly's safe. Kelly's pack. ]