Whitefish River Soldier, Poet, King

"They give us no more than what he can handle," he retorted back in agreement, his tail flicking once more at his hocks. Greyback wanted to believe that was the case, that the gods were just. But the death of Nanook, the death of Kaito, and the stil lborns of Arlette seemed too much a price to pay for whatever paths the gods had prepared for Easthollow.

And now the disappearance of his grandpups fathers? What had been done to deserve this? "I am not forgotten, but the pups will no longer have a father, yes?" A sad reality in his mind. He had not forgotten the impact of his abandonment on his children—on Ira.

"Danger? Thats... quite an interesting name for a pack of that nature. Are they occultists?" He gasped