Stone Circle You’ve got the world at your feet

The once stoic facade that stretched across the man's body crumbled with the kind lick of his mate. He was quick to return his own to her as well, the swell of his nose touching her cheek gently with a soft hum. "Ah, yes. Nanook was quite the force to be reckoned with," he chuckled before he returned to the boy—fully composed once again.

'Elken Avinay.' The man rolled the name on his tongue with a modest tone before nodding in affirmation. It was a strange name to him. Greyback was a northerner, a man who came from frigid temperatures with names of simple natures. Elken was nothing short of arbitrary to the Patriarch, a name that was random and did not reflect the boy's appearance one bit. Greyback wanted to ask said boy where he hailed from but would store it for a later conversation. He instead continued to stand silently and stare at the boy, studying him.