Stone Circle you shoulda kept your pretty mouth shut

Siarut was quick to dip his own head as the matriarch arrived, a friendliness in her gaze that often baffled him. How could one be so open and so kind to whom ever they met? The northern, quiet man was not inclined to follow suit, preferring a gruffy more intimidating approach. And in this he hopes at least she saw they made for a good partnership. Taking a half step back, for these lands indeed did belong to her.

He was sorry to say he had never heard of Swiftcurrent Creek, nor the name Kavik; but her story touched him still. He felt for the girl of course, but he was not ruled by his heart. Perhaps another reason the girl was lucky Valette was in charge and not him. However, there was a name he did recognize. Clay. The strange boy, Valette’s returned son. He cast a glance to his sister-in-law, curious. Perhaps Greyback does know this kid.

His lips were kept sealed, deferring to Valette’s questions.