Stone Circle Big Hairy Trouble

Greyback watched as the girl panicked, her face freezing and thinking. He found it quite humorous. That was, up until she decided to do her little 'dance.' The elder frowned at such a display, raising his eyebrow at her in a taunt pull before glancing to his son to see his reaction.

West seemed interested as always, his gaze full of wonderment.

Odd.

What exactly was the girl expecting? Easthollow didn't need a performer, a fool. The more Greyback spent around the young girl the more uneasy he got with her presence. Perhaps he should turn her away..

He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed like she had gotten the clue that he wasn't impressed. Luckily, this seemed to clear her mind and the young girl shouted something so fast he could barely make sense of it before bolting off into the tall grass.

When he turned back, he was surprised to see that Myrna had returned with something. A mouse, albeit small, but quick enough to make the Patriarch impressed. "Very interestin——West- no." he replied, looking down at the rodent and shooing away his son in attempt for him to stop. They do not take food from strangers.

Sadly his efforts were in vain as he watched the fat kid slurp up the thing. Greyback glared at him in another warning before turning his attention back to Myrna. "Impressive, even. Are you able to smell other things than mice? Bigger perhaps?" Easthollow could make use of her skill if she was able to smell the herds. In the winter they traveled quite far at times.