Stone Circle turn your head towards the storm that's surely coming along

Greyback smiled as he strolled slowly through the meadow, the blades parting in front of his body and below his feet as he steadily made his way towards the howl. He assumed with the recent events in the territory that there would be a meeting, however he was surprised to find a small brown colored female, a sturdy white male, a ruffled brown female, and several pups; the scent of Bearclaw Valley sticking to them.

Giving a humble smile he bowed his head, his front forepaw bending with his weight before he stood up and towered over them. Greyback was no stranger to his size difference around other wolves, and hoped that he didn't come off to intimidating to the band of youngsters and their watcher.

"Greetings to you and your young," His voice was soft and yielding as he spoke, though the depth still vibrated deep within his throat. "How may I help you, Miss..?" The man paused, not knowing the lead female's name. He glanced downwards at the pups, his eyes shining softly as he took in their small appearances. Never before had he seen so many in one place, it was quite entertaining.