Phoenix Maplewood Before The Light Of Day

"I have no desire to join another Pack then Morningside."

Greyback watched Alya as she spoke to Desdemona, his eyes gazing over her stature. She had seemed humble before he was aware enough to catch the annoyed hint of her words; there was something about the situation that made his fur prickle. Why was the lead wolf upset about Desdemona's loyalty to her pack? Regardless, he continued to smile and hide his uncertainty.

"Good day, Mister Greyback. Feel free to recover here as you see fit, but I'm afraid we have little enough to offer, at the moment."

Greyback notted to the female before she left. "Farewell Ragent Alya Ostrega." He replied, watching her disappear into the tree line with a stoic expression. He waited for her to be out of sight before turning to Desdemona. He felt empathic towards her situation, knowing that she was loyal to a pack that was falling apart and barely being kept alive (to his knowledge).

"Thank you for everything, Desdemona," He thanked, his head bowing to her. "Your pack needs you more than I. I will keep Morningside in my prayers and hope for a recovery, and I shall speak to Lady Valette and see what can be done." He turned around and looked at from where he came, the mountains vast. Greyback couldn't afford to spend another minute here, he ached to return home to Easthollow and Valette.

He waited for the female to respond. Only when she did he would stay silent for a bit to contemplate his next words. "If something happens come find Easthollow. We're south of here, Rising Sun Valley." He did not look back at Desdemona. He instead trotted forward and continued his journey home.