"You've gotten bigger," Chopper said slowly, his voice caught somewhere between fascination and confusion as he stared up at Varin's wolf form. His small hooves shifted on the wooden floor of the infirmary as he leaned back just a little, trying to take in the full size of the creature standing in front of him. "Zoans don't do that. Or… I mean… they're not supposed to."
Varin flicked one ear back toward him, glancing over his shoulder. His tail swayed lazily behind him, brushing against the wall with a dull thump. "Well," he said after a moment, sounding far more confident than he actually felt, "mythical zoans don't exactly follow the normal rules, do they? So it makes sense." Truthfully, he had no idea if it made sense. But he wasn't about to admit that.
Chopper squinted at him, clearly trying to decide if that explanation was good enough. After a moment, he shrugged his small shoulders. "Maybe."
He stepped back another half pace and glanced past Varin's flank. "Robin, you can let go of the tape measure."
A calm voice answered from behind the wolf. "Of course."
Varin turned his head slightly, watching as Robin lowered the measuring tape from where it had been stretched across his shoulders. She moved with that same quiet grace she always had, smooth and unhurried, as if nothing in the world could rush her.
Right. Robin. Or, as she used to be known, Miss All Sunday. Crocodile's right hand. She had stowed away on the Merry after everything fell apart back in Alabasta. Once the ship was safely away from the Marines and the chaos of the kingdom, she had simply appeared on deck like she'd always been there. No sneaking, no attempt to hide. Just a polite greeting and a calm explanation that made about half the crew stare at her like she had lost her mind.
Her reasoning had been simple. According to her, Varin saving her life during the mess with Crocodile counted as a request for her to join the crew. Since she had accepted that "request," she was now a member.
Then she had added, almost conversationally, that since she had been fully prepared to die at the time and Varin had interfered against her will, that technically made him responsible for her continued existence.
Varin still wasn't entirely sure if she had been joking. Probably not. But in the days since, Robin had done something Varin hadn't thought possible. She had slowly worked her way into the crew's good graces with unsettling efficiency. Not by forcing it, not by begging forgiveness or making excuses, but simply by being… helpful, calm, polite, and observant.
She helped Sanji in the kitchen without getting in the way. She listened to Usopp's stories without laughing. She humored Luffy's questions about archaeology like they were serious academic discussions. Even Zoro tolerated her presence, which in itself was impressive.
Vivi had taken the longest. But even she had eventually accepted it. When Robin had approached Varin about it, her dark eyes steady as she tried to gauge his reaction, he had simply shrugged. If she was still here after everything, she understood what would happen if she betrayed the crew. That meant she had already made her decision.
That was enough for him. Now she stood quietly beside Chopper's table, folding the measuring tape with careful hands while the small reindeer studied Varin like he was a new species of animal.
They were all gathered in Chopper's infirmary because the doctor himself had noticed something strange earlier that day. Varin's wolf form looked bigger than it had before. At first, Chopper thought it might just be the heat playing tricks on him, or maybe the fact that he had finally escaped the desert sun and his brain was still recovering.
But the more he looked, the more convinced he became that something had actually changed. So naturally, he had dragged Varin into the infirmary and started measuring him like a particularly dangerous science project.
Chopper scribbled quickly across the scrap of paper he had balanced on the edge of the small table, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration. Every few seconds, he glanced up, eyes darting between the numbers he had written and the massive wolf occupying most of the infirmary floor.
After another moment, he stopped, squinting hard at what he had written like the numbers themselves might start arguing with him. "…Yeah," he muttered finally.
Varin lifted his head from where it rested near the bedframe, one golden eye cracking open. "That good or bad, doc?"
Chopper didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked over again, rechecking the tape measure and looking at a number he marked. He tugged it straight, frowned, checked the numbers again, then trotted back to the table and compared them to his notes.
Only then did he look up. "You're definitely bigger," he said, sounding both impressed and deeply confused. "By a little over a foot in height at the shoulder… and about a foot and a half longer overall. That's not even counting the tail fur."
Varin blinked slowly. "A foot?"
Chopper nodded vigorously. "More like thirteen inches, actually. And that's since Drum Island."
Robin tilted her head slightly where she stood nearby, folding the measuring tape with careful precision. Her expression was calm, but her eyes carried that quiet curiosity she always had when something unusual presented itself.
"That is… a rather dramatic change," she said thoughtfully. "Especially for such a short period of time."
Varin pushed himself up into a seated position, the wooden boards creaking faintly under the shift of his weight. Even the movement made it more obvious now. His shoulders nearly brushed the low rafters of the small room, and when his tail flicked behind him, it knocked lightly against the wall.
"Huh," he said. That was about the extent of his scientific analysis.
Chopper stared up at him with wide eyes. "You're not surprised?"
"Should I be?" Varin asked, scratching absently at the back of one ear with a hind paw. "It's a mythical zoan. I figured weird stuff came with the territory."
Chopper stomped one hoof in mild frustration. "But this kind of growth isn't normal! Zoan transformations are supposed to stay consistent unless the user actively changes something about how they transform."
Varin shrugged his massive shoulders.
Robin's gaze moved slowly along the length of his form, clearly studying the proportions. "It could be tied to experience," she suggested. "Devil fruits develop alongside their user. Perhaps your body is… adapting."
Chopper perked up at that, immediately grabbing his pencil again. "Like training!"
"Something like that," Robin said with a small smile.
Varin snorted softly through his nose. "So what you're sayin' is I get into a few fights, and suddenly I'm growin' like a weed."
Chopper looked at his notes again, clearly excited now that a theory existed. "If that's true, it could mean your fruit is still developing! Maybe the more you use it, the more your body adjusts to the transformation."
Varin stretched his front legs forward, claws scraping lightly across the wooden boards. The motion made the muscles along his shoulders shift under his fur, and even he had to admit… yeah. He felt bigger. Definitely heavier, and probably stronger. "Well," he rumbled after a moment, "that explains why the deck creaks more when I walk."
Chopper brightened. "You noticed that too?!" Robin covered a small laugh behind her hand.
Varin glanced down at the reindeer doctor with a lazy grin curling across his muzzle. "Just means I'll hit harder next time someone annoys me."
"Just make sure it's not one of us, please. Also… while you're here, could you test something for me, Varin?" Chopper asked suddenly, like the thought had just grabbed him by the antlers and refused to let go. He didn't even wait for an answer before scurrying over to his desk, rummaging through drawers with quick, practised movements. Bottles clinked, papers shuffled, and then he turned back around, holding a small box in both hooves.
Inside were several small, yellow spheres. They looked harmless. Almost like candy.
Varin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't speak up. Chopper held the box out, a bit more cautious now that he actually had Varin's attention. "These are Rumble Balls," he said, trying to sound confident despite the faint hesitation creeping into his voice. "I made them to enhance my transformations. They let me access different forms and boost my abilities for about three minutes."
Varin leaned forward slightly, sniffing the air. His ears flicked once. "Aye? And the catch?"
Chopper shifted his weight. "One is fine. Basically, no drawbacks. Two is… exhausting. Really exhausting." He hesitated then, glancing down at the box before looking back up at Varin. "And three…"
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Varin watched him for a moment, then tilted his head. "Why're you lookin' at me like I just downed half your medicine cabinet?"
Chopper didn't answer right away. He just kept staring, eyes narrowing slightly as he clearly ran through worst-case scenarios in his head. Finally, he spoke. "I'm trying to figure out if giving a… god-devouring wolf something that might make you lose control is a terrible idea."
The room went quiet. Robin's gaze shifted subtly between them, interest sharpening just a fraction.
Varin blinked once. Then again. Then he let out a low chuckle, deep and rough, though there was an edge to it now. "Feral, huh?"
Chopper didn't laugh. "I'm serious. When I take too many, I lose myself. Completely. I don't think, I don't recognise people, I just…" He gestured vaguely. "Act."
Varin's tail slowed behind him. That got his attention. He looked back down at the small yellow spheres, something thoughtful creeping into his expression now. The pull in his gut, that ever-present instinct tied to the wolf, stirred faintly just at the idea of it.
Power. More of it. At a cost, yes, but power was still power. "…And you want me to try one," Varin said, quieter now.
Chopper nodded, though it wasn't as confident as before. "Just one. I want to see what happens with a different Zoan. Especially a mythical one. It could tell me a lot about how they work."
Varin exhaled slowly through his nose, gaze still fixed on the box. "Or it could tell you how fast I can tear through this ship if it goes wrong."
"That's what I'm worried about," Chopper admitted.
Robin finally spoke, her tone calm as ever. "It is a risk. But a controlled one, if handled properly."
Varin glanced at her. "Controlled?"
"We are all here," she said simply. "And I doubt you would allow yourself to lose control without at least attempting to resist it."
There it was. That quiet confidence she always had. The assumption that he'd hold the line.
Varin huffed softly, somewhere between amused and annoyed. "You've got a lot of faith in me for someone who's known me a week."
Robin's lips curved faintly. "I find it interesting what people choose to lose control over."
Chopper stepped forward again, holding the box a little closer now. "We don't have to do it. It's just… I've never seen a Zoan like yours before. And if you can control it, it might make you stronger without the risks I have."
Varin stared at the Rumble Balls for another long moment.
Then his lip curled slightly, not quite a smile.
"…One," he said. "We try one. If I start lookin' at you like you're dinner, you knock me out."
Chopper swallowed. "Deal."
Varin leaned down, teeth closing carefully around one of the small yellow spheres. He held it there for a second, weighing it like it might bite back.
Then, without another word, he swallowed.
The first thing Varin noticed was that it got cold. Not the kind that crept in slowly or bit at the edges. It hit all at once, like something inside him had been waiting to be let loose and finally snapped its teeth open. The glass in the infirmary frosted over in an instant, thin veins of ice racing across the surface with quiet cracking sounds that filled the room. The air shifted, sharp and biting, every breath suddenly visible as pale mist curling from mouths that hadn't expected it.
Chopper stiffened immediately, fur puffing up as he started to shiver. Not the mild kind either. His whole body tensed, hooves tapping rapidly against the floor as he tried to process what had just happened. "It's… cold," he said, voice wavering in disbelief.
Robin didn't say anything, but even she drew her arms in slightly, the sudden drop in temperature forcing her to adjust. A thin layer of frost began to form along the edges of the walls, creeping outward from Varin like he was the source of it all.
Outside, Nami's voice cut through the air. "What the hell is that?!" There was a pause, then a louder, far less composed shout. "WHY IS THERE A SNOWSTORM?!" There was a sharp intake of breath. "THERE AREN'T EVEN CLOUDS!"
Varin barely heard her. Instead, he was looking at himself. His chest rose and fell slowly, each exhale rolling out in thick, heavy mist. He lifted one paw slightly, watching as faint frost clung to the wood beneath it, spreading outward in delicate patterns before fading at the edges. His fur had changed, too. The tips were white. Like fresh snow had settled over him without melting.
He flexed his claws, feeling the difference immediately. There was a weight to his body now. Not heavier in the way of size, but denser. Like something had settled deeper into his bones, reinforcing.
Chopper was still shivering. "This isn't normal," he muttered, teeth chattering slightly. "This isn't how Rumble Balls are supposed to work."
Varin tilted his head slightly, breath curling out around him. "Feels fine to me."
Robin's eyes narrowed just slightly as she watched the frost continue to spread. "It appears your ability is not simply enhanced," she said quietly. "It is… manifesting outward."
Varin glanced toward the frosted window, where the faint outline of swirling snow could now be seen outside despite the blazing desert sun that had been there minutes ago. "…Huh," he said.
Outside, something crashed. Nami was still yelling. And inside, the temperature kept dropping. Varin pushed the door open with his nose and stepped out onto the deck.
And was immediately swallowed by white. Not just snow. Not just a light flurry drifting through warm air. This was a full storm, dense and violent, the kind that erased the world two feet in front of you and made direction feel like a suggestion rather than a fact. Wind howled across the deck, sharp and cutting, carrying snow that should not have existed under a clear sun.
Nami hadn't been exaggerating. Most people wouldn't have been able to see a thing in it. Varin could, though perfectly.
The storm didn't blind him. It parted around his vision, every swirl and shift of it clear, like looking through something that belonged to him rather than something fighting against him. Shapes moved through the white without distortion. Edges stayed sharp.
He stepped forward slowly, paws silent against the deck despite the ice forming beneath him.
Up near the tangerine trees, Nami was struggling with a tarp, trying to cover them before the frost took hold. Her hair whipped wildly in the wind, teeth clenched as she fought both the storm and the material that refused to cooperate. "This is insane!" she snapped, yanking the tarp tighter. "We were just in a desert!"
Zoro had wandered out from the men's quarters, shirt half open, sword at his side, and a yawn still lingering on his face like he hadn't fully decided if this was worth being awake for. He squinted into the storm, then at Varin, then back at the storm again. "…Huh," he said.
That was about the extent of his reaction. Varin huffed out something between a laugh and a breath, mist curling thickly from his muzzle as he moved past them.
And then he saw Vivi. He stopped. Then he laughed; he couldn't help it. The former princess of a desert kingdom had, not five minutes ago, been stretched out under the blazing sun in a bikini, enjoying what she had called "real weather." Now she stood frozen in place near the railing, arms wrapped tightly around herself, shoulders hunched, teeth chattering so hard it looked painful.
The outfit was doing absolutely nothing against the cold. She looked utterly betrayed by reality. "I—this—" Vivi tried, voice shaking. "It was hot!"
Varin's shoulders shook as he laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that cut through the storm around him. "Aye," he managed between breaths, "and now it's not."
She shot him a glare that would have been intimidating if she weren't actively shivering. "This is your fault, isn't it!"
"Seems that way," Varin admitted, still far too amused for someone actively causing a localized blizzard. "If Chopper was right, it shouldn't last long."
Right on cue, the infirmary door slammed open hard enough to rattle against its hinges, and Chopper came barreling out into the storm, hat barely staying on his head as the wind tried to rip it away.
"Everyone!" he shouted, voice carrying surprisingly well through the howl of snow. "Stay away from Varin! The storm should be over in two minutes!"
Varin's ears flicked back, and he turned his head slightly, squinting through the white. "That's a little harsh, doc," he called back. "What, the ball give me rabies or something?"
Chopper skidded to a stop a short distance away, hooves slipping slightly on the frost-covered deck. His expression was serious now, none of the earlier curiosity left in it.
"More like the temperature around you is approaching absolute zero!" he yelled. "It's not just cold, it's dropping way past normal limits! I can even feel it!"
That wiped the grin off Varin's face. "…Oh."
The wind surged again, sharper this time, biting even as it howled around him. Frost spread thicker beneath his paws, crawling outward in jagged patterns. The air itself felt heavier, like it was starting to crystallize the longer he stood still.
Behind him, Vivi stumbled back another step, arms wrapped tightly around herself now, "Okay, no, that's worse than just 'cold,'" she said through chattering teeth, retreating further out of instinct.
Varin glanced down at his own paws, watching the way the frost thickened with each passing second, the deck creaking faintly under the strain of it. "…Right," he muttered.
He took a slow step forward. The ice spread faster. "…That's not great."
Nami, still wrestling with the tarp near the trees, snapped her head toward him. "You think?! You're flash-freezing my ship!"
Zoro, somehow completely unfazed, leaned against the mast and watched with mild interest. "Huh. So you're a walking winter wonderland."
Varin ignored him, focusing instead on the feeling crawling under his skin. It wasn't painful, not even uncomfortable. If anything, it felt… steady. but only barely, like holding onto something that wanted to keep growing if he let it.
Chopper was still watching him carefully. "Try to stay still! Don't push it! It should wear off soon!"
Varin let out a slow breath, mist spilling thick into the freezing air. "…Aye," he said quietly. "Let's hope so."
The storm howled louder for a moment, snow whipping across the deck in blinding waves. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Just… gone.
One second, the air was biting, sharp enough to sting lungs and freeze breath mid-exhale, and the next it flipped back to heat so fast it almost felt wrong. The storm vanished like it had never existed, the sky snapping back to clear blue, the sun beating down like it had been waiting its turn.
The snow coating the deck didn't even get a chance to settle. It began melting immediately, thin streams of water running between the wooden boards, steam rising faintly where the last of the frost lost the fight.
Varin stood there for a second, blinking. "…Huh."
The weight inside him was gone, too. Whatever that pressure had been, whatever had been building under his skin, it just… released.
Nami came down from the upper deck fast, boots hitting the wood with sharp, irritated steps. She looked around once, taking in the soaked deck, the dripping tarp, the very much alive tangerine trees, and then locked her gaze directly onto Varin.
"Okay," she said, voice flat in that dangerous way it got when she was done being surprised and started being angry. "So Varin is never allowed to do that on the ship again." She jabbed a finger at him. "Ever."
Varin raised both hands slightly in mock surrender, though there was still a faint grin tugging at his mouth. "Aye, noted."
Nami's eye twitched. "I mean it."
"I heard ya the first time, lass."
She exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair before narrowing her eyes again. "How did you even do that?"
Varin paused at that, glancing down at his hands like the answer might be written there. Then he looked back toward the infirmary, where Chopper was already scrambling to write things down like his life depended on it.
"…Rumble ball," Varin said after a moment. "Doc wanted to test it. I ate one."
Nami went very still. "…You what?"
Chopper poked his head out from the doorway, panicked. "It was supposed to just enhance his abilities!"
"It turned him into a walking natural disaster!" Nami snapped.
Varin scratched the back of his head. "In my defence, I didn't know it'd do that."
Zoro, still leaning against the mast like none of this had been worth moving for, shrugged. "Was kinda cool."
Nami spun on him. "No, it wasn't!"
"It snowed," Luffy added, appearing next to Varin, grinning like this had been the greatest thing he'd ever seen. "In the desert! That was awesome!"
"It froze my ship!" Nami shot back.
Varin huffed out a quiet laugh, then glanced down at the last patches of melting frost. His expression shifted slightly, just for a second. Thoughtful.
"…Didn't feel out of control," he muttered more to himself than anyone else. "Just… bigger. Like it wanted to keep going."
Chopper immediately latched onto that, eyes wide. "You didn't lose your mind?"
"Nah," Varin said, shaking his head. "Was all me."
That only made Chopper look more concerned. Robin, who had stepped out quietly during the chaos, rested a hand lightly against the railing, watching the last of the snow vanish. "Then perhaps the effect is not the same as it is for you, doctor," she said calmly. "It amplifies what is already there… rather than breaking it."
Varin glanced at her, then back at his hand. "…Aye," he said quietly. "Seems that way."
Nami crossed her arms. "Great. So he can freeze the ocean now."
Varin smirked slightly. "Only for about three minutes."
"That is not reassuring."
The deck settled into uneasy normalcy again, water dripping, heat pressing back in like nothing had happened.
"Alright, next ball," Varin said, like he hadn't just turned the ship into a frozen wasteland a minute ago.
Before anyone could really process that, he padded over to Chopper, lowered his head, and dipped his muzzle straight into the open container still clutched in the reindeer's hooves.
"WAIT—!"
Too late. He came up with another Rumble Ball between his teeth and swallowed it in one motion, ignoring the immediate chorus of protests that followed. Nami moved first, grabbing for him, fingers hooking into his fur as she tried to physically stop him from going any further, like she could reach in and drag the thing back out.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" she snapped, half climbing onto him in the process, hands grabbing at his jaw.
Varin didn't even flinch. Or rather, he didn't get the chance to. The moment the second ball dropped into his stomach, something shifted.
The ship lurched. Not rocked. Not tilted. It lurched, like something heavy had slammed into it from below. The wood groaned, the hull dipping just slightly into the water under a sudden, unnatural weight.
Then came the sound. A deep, grinding clang that didn't belong anywhere near the open sea. Chains. They didn't appear from anywhere. They simply were, snapping into existence around Varin's body like they had always been there and reality had just caught up. Thick, dark links coiled tight around his neck, across his torso, wrapping his legs. One looped through his jaw like a cruel bit, forcing his head into place.
Another anchored behind him, pulling taut into empty air.
Varin's body locked up instantly.
His muscles tensed hard, instincts flaring in a violent surge as he tried to move. His head jerked, or tried to, but the chain at his jaw snapped tight with a brutal crack, stopping the motion dead.
The air itself held him like steel driven into the bones of the world.
The deck creaked under him as he strained, claws digging into the wood, shoulders bunching with enough force to split timber. Nothing gave. "…What," he growled, the word coming out strained around the chain, forcing his jaw into place.
Another pull. Harder this time. The chains didn't budge; they didn't even shift.
Varin's lip curled back, frustration flashing fast into anger. He twisted again, trying to force his weight into it, but the restraints held him exactly where he stood. Neck, limbs, and even his head barely had room to move more than an inch.
"Varin—don't—!" Chopper's voice broke through, panicked now, hooves scrambling as he backed away. "That's not— that's not supposed to happen!"
"No kidding!" Nami snapped, already retreating now that the immediate danger had shifted from "idiot ate another one" to "something is very wrong."
Zoro's hand had gone to his swords without him even realising it, eye narrowed as he studied the chains. "Those aren't normal."
Robin's gaze sharpened, her attention locking onto the bindings like she was reading something no one else could see. "No," she said quietly, more to herself than anyone else. "They're not."
The words had barely settled when something shifted.
Not in the air. Not in the storm.
In Varin.
His body went still in a way that wasn't natural. Not the relaxed stillness from before, not the controlled calm he'd been holding onto. This was rigid. Tense. Like something else had taken hold of the strings and pulled them tight.
When he spoke, it wasn't his voice.
"You mortals," it echoed, layered and wrong, like two voices speaking from the same throat but not quite in sync. "Are you always so… tedious?"
The sound didn't just carry through the air. It pressed into it. Deep. Vast. Like something that didn't belong anywhere near a wooden ship under an open sky.
Chopper froze.
Nami didn't move.
Even Zoro's hand drifted toward his sword without him realising it.
"Varin?" Vivi asked, her voice small but steady as she stepped forward despite everything.
That was a mistake.
The wolf's head snapped toward her in an instant, faster than thought, faster than breath. His lips peeled back, not in warning but in hunger, and he lunged.
The chains reacted before anyone else could.
They yanked tight with a violent, metallic crack, halting him mid-motion, but not completely. His jaws still closed around her arm, fangs sinking in just enough to break skin. It was effortless. Like biting into nothing.
Vivi gasped, stumbling back as the force of it dragged her off balance, blood already welling where his teeth had pierced her forearm. Not deep, thankfully, but more than enough to wound.
The wolf strained against the chains, a low, guttural sound building in his throat that didn't sound like anything human anymore. His eyes weren't right. Too sharp and too aware, but too empty at the same time. "Ah…" the voice breathed through him, pleased, dragging the sound out like it had all the time in the world. "Come closer, girl…" The chains groaned as he pulled against them again, metal grinding against something that felt far too old to be restrained by anything forged by human hands. "It's been so long since I've tasted anything."
Luffy didn't hesitate. His fist came flying in from the side and slammed straight into the wolf's skull with a crack that echoed across the deck. "Bad Varin! We don't bite our friends!" he shouted, anger sharp and immediate, like the whole situation could be solved if he just hit it hard enough.
The impact snapped the wolf's head sideways, but it didn't drop him. Didn't daze him. If anything, it just made the thing inside him… focus.
"Luffy, you moron!" Nami snapped, grabbing his arm and yanking it back before he could swing again, stopping him inches from the wolf's jaws. The beast had already turned, already waiting, teeth bared and ready to clamp down the second he got close enough. "That's not Varin!"
Luffy blinked, confused, but he didn't pull away from her grip, even as his eyes stayed locked on the wolf.
Robin's voice cut through the chaos, calm and steady in a way that made it land harder than shouting ever could. "Nobody gets near it. The chains are restraining him, so we're safe for now. We wait. The Rumble Ball should wear off."
"Should?" Chopper's voice cracked as he paced in tight, frantic circles, hooves tapping against the wood in uneven rhythm. His hands were shaking, his mind clearly running faster than he could keep up with. "How does any of this make sense? Zoans don't do this! Devil fruits don't just… just… this isn't losing control, this is something else!" He grabbed at his hat, tugging it down like that might steady him. "Did I just kill him? Is this what happens if a Zoan goes too far? Did I—did I do this to him?!"
The wolf's head tilted slowly toward him. "Relax, meat," it said, the voice rolling out low and amused, that same layered echo pressing into the air. "My vessel is alive. Your little drug just… put him to sleep for a while." Its lips pulled back into something that almost resembled a smile "But since you're so eager to experiment…" it continued, eyes narrowing slightly as it watched Chopper pace. "Why don't you give me a third?"
The chains shifted as it leaned forward as far as they would allow, metal groaning under the strain.
"I promise," it murmured, softer now, almost coaxing, "I'll spare you."
"Your Fenrir, aren't you?" Nami said, putting a hand on Chopper's shoulder.
The wolf only smiled, and that was all the answer the crew needed.