Stone Circle hello daughter; bye, son

Greyback laid beneath a willow tree deep within the forest, his large figure obscured by the cover of it's shadows. He had been mulling over the recent events of the pack—mainly the fear he had accidentally placed in the hearts of his wolves, and the distrust that had grown between Valette and him. He was lucky enough to be forgiven, but there was an apparent air between the two leaders. It was thick, suffocating at times as it stirred an anxious feeling in his gut. But perhaps that was his fears talking...

He flicked his ear to the sound of gentle steps coming to the side, and with a squinted gaze the man raised himself into a sitting position with feeble legs. His joints creaked, aching in their old age, protesting as they struggled to hold up the demoted Patriarch. "Leta," he greeted, sniffing at the air with a greying smile as she approached. "What brings you to me, my star?"