Stone Circle rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

his name comes easily; he is hardly forgettable, and bares more than a few similarities to her father. "greyback." small smile curves her muzzle, and she half-rises to better speak with him. "better than before." she answers, though ponders that last time they'd met and wonders if perhaps she'd been happier then. she'd certainly known less loss, even after the destruction of her home and pack. 

"I am glad to see Easthollow is still strong," she offers. they are good rulers, the pair. the endurance of the pack speaks clearly enough for that, but already in the time she has been here she has grown to understand they are anchors, the core on which the pack grows and is held together.