Stone Circle Mountains return to their hollow

Breath ragged and paws sore, the mountain of a wolf looked over the plateau with a tiresome gaze; amber eyes falling to the spot that marked the border of Easthollow in the distance. He was home. Greyback had gone off and looked for Morningside after the mysterious fire, only to learn they had fled north in haste to escape. Finding them had not been easy for the older wolf, neither had receiving the news their leaders had vanished and their pack was falling apart...

Walking downwards across the meadow and letting the grass part before and beneath his body sent chills down the man's cool fur. Winter had been tickling the end of Autumn for the past month as he traveled, laying fresh snow on the ground and kicking in the response for a denser coat of fur. Now slightly larger than before, Greyback looked well fed and round like a bear before hibernation. His figure was easily see able against the dead backdrop of dying grass and overcast skies.

He crossed the border without a care, knowing this was his home. In his jaws hung the lithe body of a black hare, fat itself like him from the weather. He had caught it on the way back as a gift for @Valette upon returning- though it wasn't just because she might be hungry.

He set the hare gently in the grass and lifted his head upward to let out a long, almost ululating howl to signal his arrival.