Wapun Meadow The water temple.

He watches as the man answers, closes his mouth, and then licks at his lips. The sight puts the Easthollow wolf off, but he continues to stand tall with rigid posture. He perks his ears forward and continues to squint; his breath still swimming in the bitter wind.

He is not surprised when Tulimaq asks about their relationship. He is no father to the boy, no. Merely a guardian, a pack mate. Greyback doesn't need to be related in order to be concerned about the safety of him. "No," he breathes, "He is not my son," His voice is almost solemn, disappointed by the fact that he does not have one.

The jab thrown twists itself in Greyback's gut. "He is not even a year, a pup. I don't expect him to know right from wrong, he will learn. However- I do expect that from an adult." He attempts to jab back at the man and lowers his head forward to stare more intensely.

He knew Merrit wished to meet with this stranger again, and although Greyback did not want him To, he knew it would only upset the boy further. "You are not to go near him unless someone is with him." The Easthollow wolf's voice is lower now, deep and icy.