Stone Circle Getting up midday makes me tired

As Greyback grew closer, he noticed the dark male turn and flee, but not without earning an impressive bite on the back of his neck by Brynn. Though he did not condone violence, Greyback still felt pride for his packmate's last effort of an attack.

Slowing down into a trot before stopping beside Brynn, the man glanced over, his face still painted in worry. Was she hurt? He could smell and see blood that spotted her fur from the fight. The most obvious spot was one gash on her muzzle that would certainly leave a scar. "Miss Brynn," he gasped "You're hurt, we should get you back to the others right away." The urge to lean forward and lick the wound clean was strong, but the elder knew better than to touch. He didn't know the female too well, and had no idea how she would take such a bold action. 

Circling her, he looked for any fatal wounds, but not without glancing in the direction where the other ran off. 'What did that strange male want? What had started the fight, and more importantly, who?' He didnt smell of Blackfeather woods. Perhaps it had escalated due to Valettes pups being so young. Sighing, he pushed the thoughts away for another time. Brynn needed medical attention.