Stone Circle there is more to see than can ever be seen

The large man smiled as his daughter leaned back against him, her body radiating a tiny pocket of warmth against the rise and fall of his chest. It was moments like this that he thanked what little graces the world gave him. Valette, Ira, Leta, West, Newt, and Clay. His family. His Easthollow.

Greyback tipped his head as his little daughter talked about the stars. He supposed she always had an interest in the sky, but where she got it? Greyback didn't know. He looked upwards at her request, his nose pointing into the cold wind of the night. The once bright stars that stood out against the backdrop of the night sky now looked fuzzy and jumbled. Perhaps he was getting older faster than he thought.

"Ah yes, it does," He lied through a slow chuckle, hoping that would suffice enough for a reply to the young girl. "Can you point out more for me? Im sure you know lots more."