Stone Circle Lost and found

At Greyback's name, the mood turned unexpectedly frosty. A cold chill ran up Evergreen's spine, eyebrows raising as the bearish wolf found himself startled by the abrupt change in attitude. Perhaps now he knew why the Patriarch's temperament flared enough to glare them down; unused to family units as they were, Evergreen remaind ignorant to their obvious relation. Ira held little respect for the leader, that's for sure. (Where Greyback's anger mirrored a dormant volcano, he imagined Ira's to be an endless blizzard—neither were to be trifled with.)

But he is... our leader, the bearish wolf spoke up sheepishly, ears folded down and green eyes peering up submissively towards the roan woman. Hunting stories be damned, for now Evergreen's interest wrapped around the conflict between his packmates. Though he was not close to either, so it was safe to say this was no business of his. Did... something happen between you guys? It was obvious, but Evergreen allowed Ira room to dodge the conversation if she wished. He, uh, was here a moment ago. The bearish wolf glanced in the direction the Patriach had gone.