Stone Circle Droplets of yes and no, in an ocean of maybe

Greyback walked on one of the patrol trails, his paws making soft 'thuds' in his wake, ears alert, and head held high with grand posture as he listened to the sounds around him. The man had always enjoyed walking the land, beholding the sights of the world. Ever since his acceptance of Easthollow he has been routinely walking the trails every dawn and dusk. It was only today that he arrived late due to coming back in the dead of night from his meeting with the Morningside wolf, Loir.

Stopping, Greyback noticed a small print within the dirt. Raising his brows, he bent down and sniffed at it lightly, instantly recognizing it as Steph's. He wouldn't be surprised if the young lady had been patrolling the grounds herself. Looking around, he followed her trail near the meadow and came upon her in the distance. Smiling, he neared closer, taking note that she was looking out.

"The sun greets you, Miss Steph." He welcomes, giving a small bow to her. "Do you mind if I join you?"