He looked between the woman and Daerus, and now he understood why his Master had taught him this one word. He could not right, or read for that matter, but the quill strokes needed for this were memorized. He gave his Master a questioning glare and took the quill silently, not wanting to speak in front of this woman. Even his voice was wild...<br/><br/>As the first stroke was pressed across the paper, the air change subtly, like a dull throbbing, ebbing powerfully from the center of his chest. He could not feel it, and in fact did not understand in the slightest what was happening, but to a woman of Camellia's skills, it would be like a quickly towering inferno erupting from the half breed Wolfen.<br/><br/>Oblivious to the display of power around him, he simply mimmicked the quill strokes he had had to memorize on the way. When finally he had finished, he took a quick step back with a cautious growl as the paper began to glow. When the skin paper erupted in blue flames and was cinders in an instant, he hopped back and almost crouched with a growl.<br/><br/>"Remus, take your cap off..." the teen looked to him questioningly, then to the charred table and to this new woman. "Yes Master..." he growled uncertainly. He had been so used to hiding his features around others that he was a little tentative about revealing himself. His quiet voice had rumbled in a very wolf like way. Pulling his cap slowly off, his furry, smoke grey ears poked up out of his hair, the tufted tips a gentle white. His similarly coloured tail popped out of his clothes and gave a quick waggle to straighten itself out.