Stone Circle A new expression for you to marvel at.

He had been quick to follow his mate after the events of the exile, quick to tear away from the Stone Circle and form a wide gap in the snow as he charged after her. Her face—filled with shock had set an empty pit in his stomach, something that indicated that perhaps what he did was wrong. And given the general response of the crowd, the realization was slowly dawning on him. Yes. Perhaps he was wrong.

He found her soon after, sitting—brooding, silently. She was sitting where she always tended to be when she was upset: up on the hill to look over the bison. For some reason, he didn't understand why she always found solace here, but it helped her and that was all he needed to accept it.

Greyback gulped at the sight, knowing he had possibly gummed things up upon seeing her. He lowered his head down, laid his ears back and slowly, ever so softly, approached her from behind. He said nothing as he did so, choosing to remain silent until she decided to turn around and face him or even say something.