Fenrir only nods before falling back asleep, left arm holding Moriko close. He will tak to Draco later.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Morning rose as Fenrir yawned and rubbed his eyes as he rolled onto his back and rubbed his right shoulder, that was the only part of his right arm that did survive. Every time he touched it, he reminded himself that when he was like this he was vulnerable.<br/><br/>He reached out for his prosthetic arm and started fitting it, the audible click signaling the arm was now attached and ready to go as he flexed the vibrant silver fingers and twisted his wrist. He sighed. He hated and loved the arm. It enabled his career as a Wizard, but it reminded him of the lesson he learned the hard way.<br/><br/>He feared the day he would meet someone stronger then him. Would he be able to protect his friends, family and Fairy Tail.