After the Augurey tried to reassure Otis for a bit, he turned and went over to Fenrir, who was still pinned against the wall by Thunderbird's transfiguration magic.
Despite being trapped, Fenrir couldn't stand the humiliation.
"Let me down! I want that bastard to see what a werewolf's wrath looks like!" he growled.
The Augurey sighed and said, "Your Excellency Greyback, I think it's better if you calm down. No matter how many times you try, you can't beat Lord Thunderbird."
"Then I won't let him humiliate us like this! He'll pay for it!" Fenrir snarled back.
His sharp fangs showed as he grinned fiercely.
The Diricawl's patience snapped.
"Fenrir, I'm warning you. We only found you after we built a strong foundation of cooperation. Don't make me change my mind. If you can't get a hold of yourself, I'll have no choice but to ask you to leave."
Otis stepped closer as well.
Though he didn't get along well with these werewolves, he still felt some loyalty and advised,
"Yeah, Fenrir, now's not the time to lose your temper."
Lowering his voice, he leaned in and added,
"You saw how powerful that silver wand gun was, he didn't even have to draw his wand. You had no chance to defend yourself. If you rush in recklessly, you'll be the one who suffers."
"I think that person's personality is naturally arrogant. I just watched from the sidelines and didn't say anything, but in the end, he scolded me. Honestly, his mindset seems off. You really don't need to take him so seriously," Otis spoke cautiously, trying to reason with Fenrir.
"Besides, the reward for this mission isn't small. Are you really going to give up just like that? If you don't think about yourself, at least think about the other werewolves."
Back when Fenrir was in England, he had dealings with the Death Eaters and had worked closely with Otis, so they were somewhat familiar with each other.
Otis figured that since they were all hired for the same tasks, it would be better to stick with someone he knew, like Fenrir, and maybe build a better connection.
That's why he was extra careful when giving advice.
Fenrir's expression grew complicated after hearing Otis's words.
The situation for werewolves was indeed getting worse.
They faced deep discrimination from wizards, and in some places, werewolves were treated harshly or even violently.
They had few ways to make a living, and even dark wizards didn't want to get involved with them.
Things were just continuing to get harder.
Fenrir's anger stemmed not just from being humiliated by Thunderbird, but also because they had been soundly defeated.
In the past, Fenrir would have fought back fiercely after being insulted, but this time, they were completely outmatched.
That was why he was so bitter.
"Fine, I'll accept the previous terms and keep working for you, but don't expect me to do any favors for that bastard!" Fenrir said, though the anger in his eyes didn't fade.
It was clear he wasn't fully at ease, he was just burying his resentment for now.
"That's right. We need to think long-term. Master Thunderbird has a short temper, but as long as you don't provoke him, you should be fine," Otis replied calmly.
Augurey paid no attention to Fenrir's bitterness. She knew that after this mission was over, whether they all made it back
Alive was still uncertain.
After casting a spell to bring Fenrir down from the wall, the Augurey pulled a few potion bottles from his robes and handed them out.
"Here, this tonic is for the injured. Drink it, and well wait for everyone to recover. Then go see Lord Thunderbird," he instructed.
Fenrir and Otis quickly took the potions and began tending to the wounded wizards.
When they realized how serious some of the injuries were, a wave of frustration washed over them.
Both werewolves had suffered severe internal damage.
Thankfully, the tonic provided by the Augurey, who was also a potions professor, was effective.
It didn't heal them instantly, but at least it allowed them to move without pain or difficulty.
After a short while, Augurey gathered everyone and led them to Thunderbird.
"Master, everyone's here, and they're all willing to keep fighting," he said softly, glancing toward Thunderbird.
Thunderbird looked around with a sneer.
"I thought some of you would have more backbone than this," he mocked.
Fenrir wasn't sure if the jab was meant for him, but he understood that his pack desperately needed this kind of encouragement.
So, despite his anger, he didn't argue. He just turned away, clearly annoyed.
"Master, maybe it's best to stop provoking them and get down to business," Augurey suggested, unable to watch Thunderbird's sarcasm any longer.
"I don't want to waste any time either," Thunderbird said with a slight nod to Augurey before turning to the dozen or so wizards gathered around.
"You've already been briefed by Augurey about your roles in this operation. Your main job is to ensure the safety of the goods were transporting. During this mission, you might run into trouble from the Ministry of Magic or the Pure Land Society. If it's them, don't hesitate for even a second. Are you ready for that?"
Thunderbird's voice was deep and commanding, a stark contrast to his usual arrogance.
If it weren't for the steady tone, these wizards might have doubted that this was the same man they knew.
"We've heard this from Augurey more than once," Otis said, breaking the silence.
"To be honest, we've done plenty of shady work before and had our fair share of run-ins with Aurors. You do realize why were all here, right?"
He glanced at Fenrir, who clearly didn't want to engage with Thunderbird but remained silent.
Thunderbird sneered.
"Sounds like you're all just in it for the money. In that case, I won't keep you any longer," he continued.
"Everyone involved in this operation will get 200 galleons, that's standard for what we've done before. A good reward will be set once it's done."
Thunderbird then pulled out two leather bags, one large, one small, and slammed them down on the dining table.
"were paying half the amount upfront before the mission starts. Of that, 1,600 galleons go to the Death Eaters, and 600 galleons belong to the werewolves. You all should figure out your shares."
Seeing Thunderbird's straightforwardness and the money laid out clearly, Otis and Fenrir exchanged glances, both silently sharing the excitement in their eyes.
After checking the contents of the bags and confirming the amount was correct, Otis nodded with satisfaction.
"Alright, it's a pleasure doing business with you. Don't worry, well give this mission our all."