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Taking a stroll, Greyback wandered from the safety of Easthollow in efforts to stretch his legs. Being cooped up within a territory, albeit comforting, could easily lead to a wandering mind. He had left when the sun reached it's highest point, it's light shielding and protecting the territory around him. Although it was cold he much appreciated the warmth of the sun on his fur, it's heat seeping inwards and warming his body. Now winter, his coat had fully grown in, it's massive length framing him and making him look almost like a moving rock. 

Catching the small noise of a voice, Greyback turned his ear towards it. It was an odd tone, one he had not heard before, and he couldn't help but lower his head and slowly walk towards it.