Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

He ignored the small bites to him, wincing at few. Alright. That's enough— Greyback was done with his guy's running mouth and less than stellar attitude. He had tried to attack several times now, and while the Easthollow wolf had destroyed his plans every time, he was growing tired and beginning to feel a throbbing headache coming on. Greyback only wanted to do his morning routine—but that was soiled by the likes of this outsider.

Huffing, he gripped onto the scruff of the male tighter and turned, efficiently dragging the dark figure through the snow and past the border line, a deep scowl on his face. He did not look at Vespera or Aure, too focused on Rakk to divide his attention. "Let's go." he muttered, voice muffled by the heap of fur in his mouth. If Rakk wasn't going to get out, Greyback was going to make him. Tension tugged between him as he lugged the male off, quickly growing tired of dragging such weight and putting up with a tantrum.