Stone Circle Unseen enemy

Greyback watches as Newt finally hears, and when the boy slinks forward to meet him he bends down to press a lick to his forehead. He never figured his children were refer to him as 'pa,' but the simple tone and pronounciation of it rolling off his son's tongue sends his heart rolling up into his throat.

"Listen for when you're called, dear." He replies, his voice now soft, and eyes the rock again with a skeptical gaze before opening his jaws and picking up Newt by his midsection. The weight and softness is awkward to the man, and he wonders if he is hurting the boy. He tries to hold him as gentle as possible on a flat tongue covering his teeth and waits for any squealing. He has never held a pup before, but doubts the cool colored pup will make it to where they're going next on his newly found feet.

He carries the boy to stone circle, taking his time as he strolls through the long grass that's hidden under the canopy of trees— their leaves filtering the light downwards onto the forest floor in specks of gold.