Stone Circle Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Greyback had heard the call, strained and urgent,and was quick to turn and make haste, following it to the source of the river. Upon arrival he notice that it came from Marten, who stood soaking wet and above a black mass; his fur weighted down and dripping onto the wet rocky outcrop. His body was bouncing, his paws pushing into the wolf below him. Greyback blinked and ventured closer, his tail raised in suspicion.

A silent gasp left his parted jaws as he stared down at who was under him. Vespera laid limp, her body contorted and not moving. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, an with a firm "let me," the large man ushered Marten aside to do the job himself.

Bending down, Greyback nosed at the black females face, attempting to open her mouth more and roll her flat before taking a (ridiculously) large paw and pushing right on her rib cage over and over. "How did this happen?" He asked while doing so, not taking his eyes and ministrations off her.