Stone Circle Consolation Prize

Greyback offered a nod when the raven opened his mouth and quickly tried to drown out the feeling of embarrassment that flooded under his pelt at the mention of fighting. He wouldn't want to do that. He looked at boy, his gaze continuing to flood him as he continued to search for some reaction. However Merrit was as stone as always, his voice and face void of any detectable emotion except for the frown on his face.

Was Merrit always frowining? Or was that just his resting face?

And then the question hit, and Greyback sucked in a breath. The Patriarch wasn't expecting this question, and he silently grappled with it. Merrit and his interaction was going decent, and he didn't want to mess it up. The boy had always been touchy on the subject of his father, and perhaps that is why he felt so many intense feelings towards Greyback.

The silence had stretched on long now, and if he were to say 'no' surely the boy would see through his fib. So he sighed, and gave a small, slow nod.

"I did."