Stone Circle Not as camouflaged as she thought

As Arlette explained herself the man stood still, nodding to her words and giving a hum in return. He remembered the days, although long ago, that he was a yearling. Greyback remembered the trouble he got in for his numerous disappearances and holler than thou attitude. Thankfully, Arlette wasn't like him. He hoped that Newt, Clay, and West took after their mother in that sense— Greyback wouldn't be able to handle three of himself.

"Go on," he urged while turning to thump his muzzle against her side. "Be quick about it, she's worried sick... but." Greyback paused and looked her once over. "Maybe you should wash up— You look like something your siblings have chewed on."