Stone Circle Luckily I am not alone.

"I understand my love," he cooed, licking against her fur once more. Truth be told, he did understand, but wasn't exactly happy about it. He wanted to go bring his son home, and even wondered if his son was okay. The poor boy was frail, lithe, and so young when he had run. Greyback wondered if he was even alive, part of him was sure he wasn't.

"We will meet him again, fate always brings those who have lost each other back together. Maybe in spring he will come home to meet his new siblings?" Greyback questioned, his voice rising in suggestion as he talked about the future. He remembered spring so clearly last time— the courting, the fun and thrill of finally laying claim to his mate, and the silhouette of her round with his young, waddling around.

"It will, my love. I am sure of it." he sighed, watching her close her eyes and drift off to what he assumed was sleep. He would lay his head down next to hers, snuggled up against her warmth.