Stone Circle Big Hairy Trouble

Greyback could only continue to look as if he had swallow a bee when the young girl spoke. She had not stopped whining, but at least she was up off and ground and no longer rolling around. She was still filthy, but at least there had been some improvement to the situation.

When she asked about West, Greyback could only blink before bursting out a deep hearty laugh from his gut. It was loud really, one could mistake it for an animal dying. Laughing wasn't Greyback's most pleasant sound. "Not at all. He is my biological son—One of three." The father looked as his son wobbled up to him, his legs still not strong enough for his own age and fat body; Maybe he should cut back on how much the boy eats. He feared it was all going to his body instead of his head.

"Branch's Edge? I have not heard of such a place," He replied, shaking his head. He assumed it must of really been far then. Too far for any of the Easthollowans to travel. Perhaps it was from outside the park? Despite being so, Greyback was more surprised to hear about the girl's family rather than how far she had traveled. He felt bad for her, and gave his condolences with a saddened tone.

"Fret not, then. Eastfollow is too far out for something like that to happen here. We have the stones to guide us if we ever get lost as well." Greyback pointed his chin in the direction of them, their large stature easily see able across the territory and even beyond. The elder always loved to talk about them as if they were his own pride and joy.