Stone Circle Glory and gore go hand in hand.

Watching as Brynn studied the log, Greyback stayed silent, his eyes following her as she looked over and then backed up. Was she trying to figure out how far she had to jump? The wolf let out a tiny sigh, but didnt dare to show his disapproval to Brynn.

"I think I can probably either climb or jump over"

Walking forward, he dipped his head. "Forgive me, Miss Brynn." he apologized before he abruptly bent down and shoved his face under the females stomach. Shuffling forward, the large male lifted his neck to help her slide down onto his back, the weight settling on his spine. It was quick, and Greyback hoped she didn't squirm too much. He could only imagine the display, a past noble, a man of his size carrying a wolfess on his back as if she was a prized hunt.

"I cannot let you cross over the log, your wounds will open."