He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction. Greer wasn’t the touchy-feely type—both physically and mentally. Unless it came to Kyna or his daughter. Elias, however, was the exact opposite. He was taken aback as the blonde male lunged forward, pressing his large body against the shadow’s in what he assumed was some sort of hug. He blinked, dumbfounded by the unexpected action, his ears sweeping back against his skull. Embracing his mate, or Revon—hell, even his sister, Morganna—was not a foreign concept to the Archer but this—this he did not have experience with. But Greer also did not have many wolves he considered friends. Even though the blonde Selwyn was pursuing a life elsewhere Greer did not think any less of him. He understood that the mountain wasn’t for everyone. Elias had also warned him that this would happen, eventually, although truthfully the Archer hoped it would never happen.
Greer stood there, allowing the younger male to embrace him and express his gratitude. His tail wagged slowly behind him as the corners of his eyes crinkled with sadness. He was going to miss the talkative blonde. Welcome, he hummed, a faint smile tracing his dark lips. If not work out Elias return. Always welcome. His mate might think otherwise but Greer would do his best to sway her thoughts, as he did not doubt the Selwyn’s loyalty.