[ Maglor twitches, breath hitching, for a moment, something old, and very dangerous wakes, the scent of a storm, before he pushes it back down ]

Ah. Maybe... if you ever meet my brother, don't tell him that unless he asks. There's is old enmity between us, but for Maedhros it is... at times quite personal.

[ Maglor tended his brother, after Thangorodrim. He knows all too well what the marks of werewolf teeth look like ]