Stone Circle Unseen enemy

No whine came from the boy, only a small squeal and blubbering. Good. Greyback smiled at how well his son was behaving, it made everything a lot easier. He wouldn't know what to do if the forest was scared off by a yelling child.

As they walked Greyback pointed out things to his son along the way. Trees. Sky. Grass. Chipmunks. He was adamant about drilling as much knowledge as he could into his son, though he wasn't sure how clear his words were since they were muffled by a tiny puppy body.

When Stone Circle came into view he let the boy down, nosing over his body and giving tentative licks to the fur to smooth it before walking towards the pillars. He would keep an eye on his son, never letting him stray and making sure he went slow enough so Newt could catch up. The lad was tiny, barely able to keep stride with just ONE of Greyback's.

"This is Stone Circle," he introduced. "Can you say that, Newt? Stone Circle?"