Stone Circle she lie, but i believe her

The mammoth of a wolf was quick to the scene, and as he approached he saw a woman, unfamiliar and ghost-like. She was elegant, sleek, with fur as white as snow and piercing blue eyes like water-dipped jewels that reminded him almost of his northern heritage. Almost.

He smiled as he approached, his posture poised and radiating that of the title he held. A lesson that had been well ingrained in him since birth.

Were it not for the heavy scent of Uaine Gorsedd the man likely would of held the same stone facade and aloofness he always did with strangers, but given the current relations of said pack and Easthollow, new-founded or not, Greyback was determined to treat them as if they were good friends. "What brings you to Easthollow, young one?" he questioned.