Porcupine Ridge and I told you to be patient

Pagans. Greyback was aware of those who worshiped such a thing—but had never heard of the word 'druid' incorporated with their subject.

Regardless, he cleared his throat and avoided talking further of it lest he continue to embarrass himself. "Yes, that is correct. I run Easthollow with my mate—Valette. She is very kind, yet fierce," he laughed, thinking back to all the times he's seen her run across the meadow only to snarl at intruders. "We are a kind pack, close in heart yet big in numbers. I suppose you could call us all a family."

The man then turned his head and sat up slowly, his hips not being as strong as they once were as he hobbled a few paced forward. "We live by those stones, can you see them? The ones arranged in a circle."