Stone Circle I smell children

The man watched as the Easthollow wolves flocked to the stranger—their teeth finding her, shredding, yanking, mauling. A stone expression painted his face from where he stood still beside Polaris and Kallik—Amber eyes glazed over with something foreign, something dark.

The scent that clung to the woman did not go unnoticed by the elder. He had smelt it on the wind numerous times and with the recent ruckus and turmoil budding between Easthollow and their neighbor, Ursus, the man believed that perhaps this was another challenge. Another prod.

One that was a failure.

He flicked his tail towards Polaris, bushing it upon her hock to catch her attention. The she-wolf was rather kind-hearted and soft, and while it did good at times, the patriarch did not want her possibly shielding the small boy's attention away from the scene unfolding. Greyback believed there was a lesson to be taught here—an important one.


"Don't look away, Kallik." He ordered.