Stone Circle You had the chance to be a good thing for this pack

oh hello there nephew!

He wasn’t alone for long, before the still lanky boy was bounding over. Siarut slowly turned to see his rambunctious nephew. “West Tyree, good morning.” Siarut started by saying, taking a step on his routine path. The trail he knew well, and helped him gather his thought while being productive. “Of Newt?” Surely the boy knew his brother Clay had returned, but Siarut wanted to be sure.

Siarut almost wished the boy might not know that Clay was back, if only so he could be the bearer of good news rather than bleak news. For the news about his brother Newt was bleak. Of course, Greyback was searching for him, but the Patriarch hadn’t been back for some time. With concern ghosting his green gaze, Siarut continued on his path, both males long limbed enough for a steady pace.