Since telling Hecate about his plans to leave the shadow was growing antsy as things continued to change in the willows. His father’s eyesight had not yet returned — Greer was now confident that it would never come — and his sister remained at the helm along side his uncle, Nicolo. His brother, the dangerous and cunning Skoll, had briefly left in search of their youngest sister, Isolde. Who had turned up dead only a week ago, her tiny body found frozen beneath the snow. With all the turmoil that his pack had been going through, the shadow had put a hold on his plans of leaving. He was curious as to what was going to happen to the ridge wolves — especially his youngest brother and only ally in the pack, Niles.

Despite being surrounded by family Greer had never felt so alone (even when he purposely isolated himself). His mind was a dark, brooding place — much like Skoll’s — but he was much softer around the edges. Leadership had never been high on his priority list. He much preferred to linger in the shadows, skulking around and waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

With all the drama going on back home, Greer decided it was time to return to his favourite side of the mountain in an attempt to reunite with his flame; the red-head, Kyna. He had promised her that he would always return, no matter what, and the boy was very keen on keeping his word. It did not take him long to streak through the forest and emerge at the base of the mountains, his long legs carrying him quickly over the rock as he began to climb to the tree they used as their meeting place. However, before he had even made it halfway to his destination, he could hear another shouting in the distance. He paused, his ears swivelling to find the origin of the voice. He desperately wished that it was his friend who was calling out, but he realized quickly that it was just another stranger. Grunting in annoyance the yearling continued climbing higher as he tried to drown out the girl’s voice. His attempt was useless — it seemed as though he was subconsciously walking in the direction of the female. She continued to call out for another — a Wren — before settling for anyone, her voice desperate as the word rolled off her tongue. It was at that moment that he spotted the silver youth, his pigeon-grey eyes narrowing as he studied her slim physique. Was she from around here? Did she know where to find Kyna? Blinking slowly, he offered a simple woof in greeting, his head tilted to one side as he waited for a response. 

The stranger was quick to erupt in steady flow of words, her voice dismissing the silence that accompanied him wherever he went. A frown creased his lips as he listened impatiently to her ramblings as she quickly introduced herself and announced that Silent Moon Plateau was no longer. He was perplexed by the news and blinked back in disbelief, his brows furrowed. Someone is a little angsty, he thought grimly to himself as her venomous words filled the air between them, her distain painfully obvious.

What was most curious to the Archer was that if the place was a graveyard, like she said, why was she here? And not only was she merely present, but she was also calling for someone. Wren. The name was unfamiliar to him but surely this ‘Wren’ was a Silent Moon native if Maeve was lurking around the plateau. “Greer of willows,” he said quietly, motioning to the trees in the distance behind him. The boy was not fond of introductions, as he made it a habit of forgetting the names of those he encountered, but his name was sure to slip out more than once in conversation due to his broken speech. Introducing himself was merely a formality not a necessity.

Suddenly, his train of thought shifted: if Kyna was no longer here where had she gone? And was she safe? It worried him that he had not heard of her move from the princess herself, but if she had not sought him out surely it was for good reason. “If graveyard why here?” He asked suddenly, perplexed by his own boldness. He was not interested in the girl’s reason, truthfully; he was just curious as to why she was so bitter about the lack of moon wolves.

It worried him that the pack had fallen apart — what was going to happen to Kyna? Where would she go? He did not want her to pursue the Ridge as an option. There was far too much family drama going on and the shadow did not want the flame to be thrown into it. A frown creased his dark features as he listened patiently to the grumpy female’s words, her confusion evident as she spoke. She mentioned something about the Silent Moon alpha dying which only added to the worry that gnawed painfully at his stomach. So much had changed since the last time he had met with the redhead. It was a strange feeling actually caring about another and being worried about them. Greer wasn’t so sure he liked it.

Once her rambling finished the girl had paused briefly before tossing a question at him, asking what business he had with the moon wolves. His lips tightened instinctively; he was reluctant to share information with the stranger, but she had already shared so much with him… “Friend Kyna,” he answered after a pregnant pause, his mercury gaze focused on the green-eyed girl as he allowed the silence to fall over him once more. The silver female was visibly irritated by the disbursement of the Plateau wolves — perhaps they had already started to remove themselves from the mountain and seek new homes. “Plateau go where?” He asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. 

Clearly the silver girl was not Kyna’s biggest fan. She scoffed at his remark about being here for the moon princess; what had happened to cause the loner to be so negatively toward the redhead? While he was curious he kept his lips shut. It was none of his business, nor did he want to irritate the girl any more. She was clearly bothered by the dispersement of the Plateau wolves and being left behind.

The girl started rambling once more, going off on both the redhead and the Silent Moon wolves. Not a loyal bone in her body. The comment made his lip curl; it was becoming painfully evident that this girl did not like Kyna. For once the boy had to force himself to keep his lips shut. He swallowed his words, mercury gaze fixated on the pale female as her voice continued to fill the air between them. She mentioned something about an Erebos, but it was a name as unfamiliar as Wren had been. His frown deepened. “Where Girl go?” He asked, angling his muzzle at the pale female. He wasn’t particularly interested, but perhaps where she wanted to go would lead him to Kyna’s new home. The shadow refused to believe she had left the Lore behind without seeking him out first.