Stone Circle there's no one left spared

He had been hunting a grosbeak when the call sounded from the borders, and to his dismay, the poor thing had gotten startled and flew off. The desperate beats of its wings echoing as Greyback chased it in a hurry. But it was fast, far too fast for a wolf of Greyback's stature to catch, and with a disgruntled growl, the large man turned and heeded the call with frustration.

He shook his head and his stomach growled low beside the one in his throat. The twisting of the muscles in his gut was a harsh reminder he had failed and would probably go hungry for the rest of the day. How pitiful. Easthollow was getting weaker by the day, and he hoped the prey would come back soon now that the quakes seemed to have died down.

Approaching the border with his head and tail held high, the mammoth of a wolf, Greyback, towered over the dark female with a shadowed gaze. The patriarch was normally composed with a face of stone, but frustration still ran hot in his stomach, as did the pit of hunger, and the man couldn't help but he irked that this strangers howl ruined his hunt.

Nevertheless, he still gave her the benefit of the doubt and flicked his tail behind him, unaware of her past with the hollow and his mate. "What brings you to Easthollow borders, young one?" he echoed. The woman looked older; The same age of his first daughter, but as he grew older Greyback found himself seeing everyone as young.