Stone Circle I'm so used to letting go

The grizzled man arrives late to the meeting, his eyes heavy with sorrow and back bound low to the earth. His face and spine have been washed away in the river recently—the fur flattened down and slightly darker than the rest of him, having been attempted to wash away the scent of death that clung so tightly to him after the burial of the Easthollians.

Nanook.
Kaito.
Arlette's stillborns.

He doesn't know if the cougar has been moved, probably not. He'll be carting it out of the territory soon after.

He walks through the crowd in a small gate, passing his children and sparing them nurturing bumps to their crown before glancing to the others with discreet worry. 'They will have to be okay,' he tells himself over and over. Easthollow will have to be okay. They'll try harder, do better. Perhaps then the gods will take mercy upon them once more. Normally they were merciful and just, taking only what the needed to make themselves known—but Greyback hesitantly wondered if they had taken too much. Gone too far.

He steps up to Valette, sitting beside her with a stone gaze strong enough to hold his emotions tightly down. He remains silent for the majority of the meeting.