Stone Circle I'm too young to go to jail

The darkened skies and harsh gale of the winds never let the older wolf forget that winter was around the corner. The cold had seeped into his bones, making it their home and causing his joints to ache every morning.  And with nothing else to help he took to walking nearly every hour of the day in order to stretch them. Getting old sure was unpleasant.

Hearing the sound of a low howl off the border, Greyback turned towards it and perked his ears. He did not recognize the soft song and returned his own loud, booming howl as a confirmation that he received it before making it way towards it's direction. With winter coming he knew wolves would be looking for a pack to join, much like he did when he stumbled upon Easthollow last winter.

Nearing the border the Easthollow wolf noticed the slim figure of another, her pelt grey like the clouds and face darkened almost like a mask, he almost didn't recognize the accented gold that ran through her fur. Walking up to her, he kept his tail limp and posture high. It was only when he stood before her that he gave a small bow, his head lowering in greeting before rising up. "Good evening, Miss. You're at the border of Easthollow, may I help you?"