Stone Circle not all who wander are lost

Winona.

"Where do you hail from, Winona?" Greyback tossed the name on the tongue lightly whilst maintaining eye contact with the young wolf, his gaze continuing to burn through her. It seemed his words did little to settle her quivering frame, and with a jested sigh he stood tall once again, abandoning his soft look. "There's need to sprout atonement's at me young one—but, do you mean to say that you are uncomfortable being around others but wish to join a pack?"

Knowing that she was displeased with his daughter and his presence made him prod at her lightly with the question.