[ Fenris (who has friends, thank you, three of them by his last count, how many do you have Erik) makes a soft but predictably impatient noise from his wary distance behind Magneto. Introductions are fine when danger is past, but it isn't. It's everywhere. He keeps his attention on Magneto—despite his good manners—his glinting eyes on the blue one while she makes her way over the crates, and his head tilted to aim one long ear into the space behind him, where there are faint noises and potential threats. Johanna counted among them.
But he's paying attention to Xavier, too, however impatiently. Taking cues. He distrusts him that little bit less than everyone else present, and he doesn't follow him in holstering his weapon, but in the silent space after his question, Fenris slackens his shoulders, and the light under his skin disappears like water through a cloth.
It's darker, without him, but that makes it easier to see contrast and discern shapes outside the ring of his glow. ]
Knock her unconscious, [ he suggests under his breath, to no one in particular. ]
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But he's paying attention to Xavier, too, however impatiently. Taking cues. He distrusts him that little bit less than everyone else present, and he doesn't follow him in holstering his weapon, but in the silent space after his question, Fenris slackens his shoulders, and the light under his skin disappears like water through a cloth.
It's darker, without him, but that makes it easier to see contrast and discern shapes outside the ring of his glow. ]
Knock her unconscious, [ he suggests under his breath, to no one in particular. ]