Stone Circle Smeared with oil like David's boy

Windswept.

Heartache.

The elder raised himself over the hill with the sun breaking across his back like wildfire—it's rays carrying the burden of his trails across his ragged fur and slumped form. His eyes, worn heavy with sleep and half-lidded with exhaustion, spoke words to the wonders he had witnessed and the scorn he had buried deep within his breast on the way home; Newt, now Atausiq. Hua.

He would call for his mate, for his home, his children, and his pack with a tired alarm to announce his presence within the territory before heading to his den with @Valette. He would offer words of peace to whoever passed, but would not dare to speak of his travels to his mate, only the soft words he longed for her to hear before settling down for a rest.

Greyback had left the territory weeks ago with dread and resentment with his heart. He had left a different man, but now home, now back, he was a stranger to himself. Perhaps his old self.

Perhaps the man that left was buried under the pretty sand of Yuelong.