Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

Head bowed and eyes closed, the large male sat in front of the Mother stone, encased within the circle that held great safety for the pack. Whispers forming on his lips only to dissipate into the air as he gently talked and prayed to anyone willing to listen. He found himself like this most mornings, asking for small things that would benefit Easthollow such as a pleasant food, good health, and safety through the long winter.

Pulled from his prayer by the sound of a howl, Greyback turned his ear and swiftly stood up. He had never heard such a call from anyone, so urgent and scared; filled with haste. It certainly didn't belong to Easthollow, but was near their border if not on it. Turning, he swiftly bounded down the slope where the stones sat only to met with two figures in the distance, their bodies outlined by the white landscape.

As he neared closer he noticed one of them bounding after the other. It was... a fight? Greyback stood and considered intervening for a brief second. It was not any of the packs business, but it was on their land—and someone was asking for help. Drawing his brows together, the large man stood tall on the hill that over-looked the two, his body identical to that of the standing stones, or perhaps a bear...save for his tail that stood high. "HALT!" he roared, voice echoing over the barren lands.

He strode forward, eyes trained on the two of them as he mouth held a firm frown. Whoever they were, he would not allow blood to be spilt on their border. "I SAID..HALT!" He snapped again, voice even louder than before. He glanced over the small white figure of the female, taking in her scarred appearance and fluttering chest as she breathed. "You are at the border of Easthollow—There will be none of this nonsense here."