Stone Circle forever on the dancefloor

Normally the Patriarch would stay far from Laurel's family, feeling too uncomfortable to engage with the pups and risk having his nose lobbed off. He didn't know Laurel that well himself, only talking to her with meek conversations— but despite this he still found himself drawn to the young ones who graced Easthollow with their age; their yelps and squeaks mirroring his own whelps. (Greyback wondered if his own children had yet to engage and play with them. He hadn't seen any of them together yet.)

The man emerged from the coverage in front of them, his gigantic frame casting a shadow over their tiny forms as he weaved around the side of the tree. He looked them up and down, taking note of the brown and white one that was currently covered in dark dirt. Charles, if he remembered correctly. Riley was also present, his pudgy frame almost mirroring West's. The pup seemed dead set on annoying his brother.

For now Greyback only stared and blinked at them with a raised brow, his eyes traveling back to the tree roots that were adorned with notches made of puppy teeth. He hummed at the attack. "Did you win the fight, young one?"