Stone Circle Deep Scars

The sound of distant feeble crying and blood filled his senses, and with a swift turn the male made haste towards it's direction. The wind pulling him along, his giant paws working the earth and flinging the dry dirt in his wake as he rushed with a sense of urgency. Greyback always feared the smell of blood, it made his own run cold.

Running through the meadow and nearing the border, the Easthollow male was met with the sight of a familiar white wolf, one who had recently joined their ranks. Her cream colored pelt was slightly ragged and large part of scarlet stained her shoulders. Pinching his brows together, he rushed down to her and immediately stood beside her, ready the catch her stumbling frame if she fell. "Shh, it's okay." He cooed, attempting to calm her nerves. "You're new to Easthollow, correct? What is your name?"