Stone Circle Half a world away

Greyback twitched his ear to the sound of Valette's voice and looked up her with a tired gaze, his fur slightly ruffled and hanging in clumps around his neck. She was okay—Easthollow was okay. In all his years he had never fought before, never bared his teeth to another, never shed any blood. It was new to him, and while he had won out in the battle, the flight or fight response had now taken over his body and he felt like water.

It took a while to actually process that Valette was speaking to him and he quickly looked over at his shoulder, brows raised. The wound still burned like the suns hot rays, but he was sure he could walk on it. Grunting, he slowly raised himself and added pressure to his other legs, careful not to put too much weight onto it. "I'm alright," he replied.

Walking slowly alongside her, Greyback kept scanning over her coat, eyes fixated on every strand of fur. Nothing caught his attention other than the nick on her eyebrow, but it was enough to send guilt plummeting towards his gut. He had allowed her to get hurt, and now she was going to have a scar. "You're hurt," he stated, voice a bit too gruff. "Alarian should look at that."