Great Bear Wilderness your eyes so big

There had been something swimming just at the surface of his son's eyes. And Greyback, keen to look over his child, instantly noticed it. He pulled his brows taught at the sight, worried about the boy. He had gone and grown up. No longer was he the pudgy fat whelp nursing at his mothers side and wobbling on fat paws, but was a man—just shy of his father in size.

"You left without so much as a word," Greyback chided, as if pointing out that perhaps his son still hadn't grown up in mind. "I didn't raise you to have such ill manners," He had always been hard on his children, Greyback knew this. He sought to teach them knowledge in their youth; manners, dignity, respect. But perhaps he had been too hard on them. Clay had run away in fear of his father's lectures.

And now Newt had left because of his actions.

The elder felt a bit guilty for driving his children away. Just a bit. "Why didn't you say anything?"