Stone Circle not all who wander are lost

Flicking his ear to the soft voice, Greyback turned to meet the reddened newcomer with a raised brow. Though it was dark, he could see her trembling frame and reluctance to look at him. Perhaps if he was another man he would take it for arrogance, perhaps aloofness as well, but Greyback was not this man, no. Upon going through scenarios in his mind The Patriarch softened his gaze and tone as he smiled down at her much like a sire would to his whelps.

He listened to Ira as she spoke, but didn't turn to meet her. They were in need of healers within Easthollow, and while a few had joined and showed interest, he was not around and involved enough with the pregnancy to see the progress. Experience little or great, the man would not be taking chances on Valette's life and health during such a strenuous time.

"Look up, Young one." He commanded softly. "The ground holds no favors nor your destiny—there is no need to be afraid. What is your name?"