Stone Circle Getting up midday makes me tired

Making his rounds through the territory under the blistering summer heat, Greyback's attention was soon caught by the sound of snarls in the distance. Perking his ears and raising his head, he trotted up a plateau nestled within the tall meadows grass. From here, he overlooked the meadow; two forms instantly came into his field of vision, both circling each other in a frenzy of gnashing jaws.

Knitting his brows, he craned his head forward, focusing on the pair. 'Are they Easthollow?' The wind licked at his fur, blowing the scents toward to him. It looked like a border skirmish, but he could tell it was quite serious. Concern washed over him as soon as he caught the scent of Brynn. With his veins like ice, he rose up. "HALT!" He commanded, his voice booming over the air. The urgency in his tone clear.

Bonding downwards into the grass, the elder rushed forward. His paws kicking up dirt and grass from the sheer weight and muscle that hid under his skin.