the moon is not shamed by the howling of the werewolves;

XX - Remus

His ear being nibbled was rather nice, actually. Soothing and yet a constant reminder that he had a passenger on his back. Remus turned his head and sniffed; catching a whiff of Angela's scent he could tell that she was comfortably on his back.

Remus began to walk at first, taking Angela for a ride like fathers give their children piggy-backs at the zoo. He wiggled his left ear and walked left: telling his daughter that if she tugged his left ear, he would walk left. He wiggled his right ear and moved to the right: indicating the same thing only vica-versa. He snorted and began to walk again.