Stone Circle From one lake to another

The evening breeze that swept through the territory not only brought with it the smell of the pack and prey around, but a stranger who was by any guess, at their border. Long before the loner called to him did he smell her, the wafting of her scent thick in the air and a refreshing change from the sweet smell of mating season that seemed to cling to everything around him—testing the patriarch's patience and monogamy with every longing minute.

Steering himself to the border with a posture that equaled his rank, Greyback swept down to greet her. His hulking frame rivaling hers, albeit more muscular and fatter. He stood silently for a bit, his eyes watching her before he looked down at the pheasant laid at her paws with a raised brow, curious if it was a gift or just something she caught herself. "Welcome, I am Greyback— patriarch and protector of Easthollow. What brings you to our borders, Miss.." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself.