Stone Circle there's a ribbon in the sky (for our love)

Greyback had heeded the call with his own, something that had become routine in his life here at Easthollow. Every morning he would rise, kiss his mate, admire her with a forlonged gaze, and then slip away to tend to his duties only to come back at sundown. Every week or so with a new member in tow.

He would watch over the others, silently, steadily. Each member of Easthollow getting his undivided attention before he once more, slipped away and off to the borders to fortify them. This time he was close when the call sounded, and with a steady gate he came upon the female with his trademarked stoic face.

The girl was small, her pelt adorned with shades of brown that swirled over her fur like murky water.  And her face— scarred over on the left, leaving little behind an eyesocket of nothing. It did little to surprise the man, but he felt a pang of empathy for what she had to carry. He would know better than anyone what it felt like to carry around an ugly reminder on their face.

"What brings you to the border of Easthollow, child?" He questioned.