Stone Circle Ashes

When Nyra finished talking Greyback gave her a nod, his gaze somewhat softening at her words. She seemed, once more, to speak true to her words. And the fire that burned so brightly under her tone did not go unnoticed to him, nor did his raising tail. He admired that. Someone of her size willing to talk to him and no longer cower.

But.

Winter was near, and Easthollow could not spare more mouths to feed. The little prey on their lands did little to feed them, and soon he feared they would have to hunt elsewhere. He looked to West once more, and winced slightly on the inside at the thought of whelp not having enough to eat. For his family to eat. He stared for a long moment, and then let out a hefty sigh.

"I admire your courage and willingness. You have a good heart, but we cannot spare what little prey we have," he turned back to Nyra. "I have a daughter, far to the west. No—not you son. Her name is Ira, she is the constable to a pack— Kaisteloki. I urge you to head there, they can take you in." at that he turned to leave, chuffing for his son to follow him.

"Tell her you have passed my test. I bid you farewell, Nyra of not from here."