Stone Circle Unseen enemy

Still as the towering stones hidden among the territory, Greyback observes his sons squabble with a curious gaze and upturned brow, his body hidden among the rocky outcrop of the den. 

A rock was being thrown about by the lad, the sound it made hitting the dirt beating like a drum- albeit a drum with no rhythm. The father was curious as to what compelled the boy to play with such a thing instead of making friends. Surely he was old enough to start socializing with the others. West and Clay had already formed some sort of bond, even if it entailed them fighting over everything.

Leta and Newt however, werent getting out much.

"Newt," he called, but was ultimately unheard as the boy continued to toss the rock around. "Newt," His tone was sharper now as he stared at the grey whelp with his brows now furrowed. As young as his son was, he expected to boy to know his name once called and give him attention. "What do you have?" He questioned.