Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

He twitched his ear to the sound of Vespera's words— words he didn't quite understand. Devil? This man was no devil, just a deranged lunatic—and given the chance he would, and can still touch them.

He chose not to look back at the two of them, trusting that both would stay where they were.  He only huffed, letting the white of his breath tangle itself in the wind before dissipating as a sign of his dissatisfaction. Vespera was ignoring him, ignoring a command that could very well save her life.

"Enough!" he growled, voice gruff and deep, directing it at no one in particular as he slammed a large paw in the way of the dark male who attempted to attack, a flame of anger burning within his gaze. Snow sprang upwards at the movement clouding their legs lightly. He had enough of this.

Greyback let the male below him spring upwards, gripping onto where he sought as he exhaled a grunt. He did not move nor cower at such an action, only standing his ground, knowing that he could not be tipped by the size of such a wolf. When it was his turn he surged forward with open jaws to grip onto the scruff of the male, throwing him into the snow with strength enough to topple him.

Stepping over the dark figure in haste, Greyback placed his paws on either side of him, trapping Rakk as he snapped downwards, jaws ripping at the tips black fur as he did before. The Easthollow wolf didn't want to harm the stranger, only get his point across.