Stone Circle No one is alone

As true as Valette's words were, the Patriarch could only grimace. He was stubborn, and at least thought that it wouldn't hurt to be a bit more active on the pack lines. Perhaps if the markers were refreshed it wouldn't have happened. Perhaps if he was on more patrols and easily close to the scene the witch would've thought twice before barreling in. Perhaps if he was there he even could of caught and killed her before she managed to even touch Leta.

He sighed with Valette. The world was filled with 'what if's.' "What's done is done. We just have to make sure nothing happens like this again." He spoke softly. He was glad Valette was behind him on disposing the nuisance. For revenge. Greyback had never been one for it—but now things have changed. He wasn't the man he used to be.

He huffed once more, staying silent and bathing in the warm of Valette pressed against him; grounding him. The world seemed still as he drifted off into his thoughts about the future. The mysterious woman. Easthollow. The pups. Them. Wait——them. Valette.

Greyback looked to her once more in a flash of movement. He had forgotten about her incident with the pups with the distance between them. "How is your paw doing?" He hadn't watched her come up to him, was she wobbling? Was she limping? Did she need him to carry her? He wouldn't mind. After all, he had carried Brynn and Aerasha before. "Do you need help walking?"