[Yes, he does. The scent is familiar, albeit a bit changed-- but this is his Isaac, no doubt about that. Still, Moony sniffs, enjoying the flood of information that comes with it. His tail wags, very slightly, and he noses against his knee. Yes yes yes good, this is Isaac, and he loves Isaac-- he does, with all the simplicity that comes from being a wolf. Isaac is pack-- not like James is pack, not like Sirius and Peter, but still loved in that same fierce way.
There's a tendril of pain-- or the echo of it, anyway-- still vibrating around Isaac, and he growls very softly. Pain, and if the person that caused Isaac pain is still near, oh, they will be sorry. He growls again and turns, glancing around-- and now the wolf shows through. It's a very low growl he gives, fierce and full of warning. A dog might just bite, but Moony's thoughts run bloodier. If he catches whatever, whoever, caused Isaac pain, there will be no warning bites. Just tearing, blood thick in the air, and screams, until at last the prey will be silent. Will be dead, and let that be a warning to anyone else who might want to harm pack.]
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There's a tendril of pain-- or the echo of it, anyway-- still vibrating around Isaac, and he growls very softly. Pain, and if the person that caused Isaac pain is still near, oh, they will be sorry. He growls again and turns, glancing around-- and now the wolf shows through. It's a very low growl he gives, fierce and full of warning. A dog might just bite, but Moony's thoughts run bloodier. If he catches whatever, whoever, caused Isaac pain, there will be no warning bites. Just tearing, blood thick in the air, and screams, until at last the prey will be silent. Will be dead, and let that be a warning to anyone else who might want to harm pack.]