Great Bear Wilderness your eyes so big

Newt turns, and Greyback knows from the second he sees that face, those eyes, that nose, that this boy is his. He rushes forward with a smile, not caring if his son tries to pull away, and attempts to wrap him in a hug. His chin sitting between the boy's shoulder blades, breathing in his scent while he lets out a huff. No longer does his baby smell of Easthollow—of the cedar pines and sweet grass. He smells wholly different, bathed in the salt of the coast and something earthier, darker from the lands here.

After so long. So many miles. So much time... His son is finally here, in front of him. Real. Warm.

"It is you," The father whispers, pulling back to look once more at Newt's face. He wanted nothing more than to continue the warm contact with his child, but he had so many questions. "Where have you been? Why did you leave?" he questions. "You worried your mother and I sick!"