@alphagreyback
The witch apparated, landing gracefully on the grass outside Fenrir and his pack location. The full moon was gone and the sun was about to come out. For the first time in many nights, the red head spent the night worrying about something completely different than herself. She had stared at the full moon from the comfort of her Estate and thought about Fenrir and all those bones he mentioned.
It had been unclear when she headed to her study and began to brew some potions for the pain. It seemed that she made up her mind before realizing it. She wasn't entirely sure how many wolves were in his pack, but she brew a generous amount of pain killer potion for her friend and his pack. No one asked her to do that, but she did it anyways. Alecto even ordered her elves to make food as well.
So here she was, with all the supplies inside her charmed bag. She began walking, there were eyes on her, she could feel them. Clearly, she did not belong there and hadn't she been as lethal as the wolves in this territory, she would've been the easiest and dumbest prey to ever walk in there. She was too fancy, too rich, a pureblood princess she had been called once or twice. A branch snapped behind her and she stopped on her tracks. Alecto turned around slowly, one hand gripping her bag, the other her wand.
"Fenrir..." her posture relaxed immediately, though there was a certain caution in her tone since she didn't know much of himself he was at the moment. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.