Stone Circle Your Mother Should Know

Valette—bless her soul, was trying her best to be the middle wolf and encourage the girl to talk. Greyback saw this, and appreciate it. Giving her a worried smile before shaking his head. This was useless, and it wasn't going anywhere. He hoped Valette saw this as he chose to disregarded the sour tone in the dark wolf. "Perhaps I should share my.... view on things, yes?"

He settled a bit more into his spot, getting comfortable without slouching over. As always, the Patriarch held himself in a proper posture. "Vespera, you are nearly three, yes? Well past the age of pup-hood and deep into your adult years." He gaze squinted lightly as he spoke. "As Patriarch it is my duty to protect the pack, to help it function, to move us forward. But your constant disregard for the order of things around here has gone on long enough." His voice was getting deeper now, veering into the territory of giving an order more than expressing feelings. "I will no longer stand for you missing our hunts—putting the lives of others in danger with your over-zealousness when you choose to appear. Sneaking off into the unknown and avoiding others when you aren't getting snippy with them."

His glare was cold now, and he was beginning to rise up to his full stature on four paws. Looming over the girl, casting a shadow down upon her and Valette. "If you cannot obey the order and dedicate yourself to Easthollow then perhaps you are more suited to be a lone wolf."