Stone Circle Kill the beast!

Valette had mentioned something about teaching the pups to hunt earlier, and Greyback—eager and proud as ever, was excited to see how his children would take to the newfound subject.

He had been present for the event so far, standing silently next to Valette like a statue and looking upon their kids with a stoic air that would crack momentarily to reveal a soft smile. The racoon had been wrangled and exhausted to the brink of collapse, therefor he paid little attention to it, only snapping at it to round it back towards the group when it strayed too far.

West and Newt were curious as ever, their answers fumbling from their mouths in a fury. West was loud and pushy with his answers, something that did little to surprise to the father, while Newt was hesitant. He supposed it was only reasonable that the little scholar would be tentative in his knowledge. He hoped that such a trait wouldn't stay too long.

And clay; Clay was aloof as always, a habit of his that irked the Patriarch to no ends. "Clay," he called roughly, his voice authoritative and sharp as he attempted to catch the boy's attention to the question.