Stone Circle until the ashes of Eden fall

He stands beneath the shadow of the stones with a lowered head and searching eyes, their hazel sea a reflection of his mother, while the rest of him only spits back the image of Stark. His eyes sting with fire as the scent of Greyback swells again. He isn't supposed to be here; his father is, but he isn't in the ground, and he's not in Easthollow, and he isn't coming back - and he just wants his father to be here. Dead, alive - anything -

But Stark is gone, and Merrit turns away.

And that is when he sees her - a lanky girl of russet and earth loitering along the fringe of Easthollow, and he is reminded of the man he met a few days back. She is someone he doesn't recognize and doesn't care to meet right now, but she is too close. Everything is too close, and Merrit descends the hill with the intent to push her back. He just wants everything - everything to go away, and he bristles while his eyes blaze with a firm demand as he presses forward, ears cupped and stature tall - a demand to get away.