Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

Greyback had heard the call of Valette earlier that day, and by the time she signaled for the hunt at dusk the news had already reached him. He had anticipated it after watching his pack nearly go hungry. Both him and Valette had spared every morsel they could for others to the point where they both were on the brink of starvation.

He watched as his son, West, met with his mother with shock—the patriarch's heart sank a bit. Part of him wanted to be with his whelp, who was so much like himself that it was a bit overwhelming. He saw greatness in the boy, and was dead-set on sculpting him into a fine and cunning leader. Someone that would take up his mantle and continue his legacy without running away.

But nevertheless he turned his gaze around the others and met the sight of Arlette, who seemed to be a bit queer. He smiled, and bounded up to her, sparing her a kind gaze and a tilt of his head to join him. She was almost two, and while he would normally leave her to her own devices he wouldn't risk her getting hurt. His other two children would fare well teaming up with others and socializing more. They were strong and Greyback was certain they would do well.

He signaled for Arlette to get behind him as he rushed towards the side of the heard, snapping his jaws at the flank of an oldern male in attempt to steer it away. However it was stubborn, and the only reaction the man got was a kick aimed towards him. He veered away sharply, dodging the attack and shook his head before moving onto the next one to test.