Blackfeather Woods [M] When a fire starts to Burn..

Golden amber eyes tracked movement along the edge of the pack territory. Grim kept still beneath the shadows of a low hanging branch. Was it an intruder? If it was, he would rip into the trespasser with no questions asked. He won't tolerate any wolves outside of Blackfeather tromping on his territory. Lips lifted in a silent snarl. He couldn't catch any scent. The wind was blowing that knowledge away from him. As the thing in question pushed through the bush in front of him, Grim tensed to lunge. But then a howl broke the silence. The leaves of the bush shuttered as the trespasser fled. He snarled, lunging forward in chase. As he ran across the boarder, he saw that the intruder had been nothing more than a rabbit. Grim growled at it in frustration before turning back into Blackfeather to answer Burke's urgent call.

What did that brute want? The last time he saw the male had been before his brutal attack on Potema. Eyes narrowed. He could guess that the attack was probably going to be the topic of the conversation then. Or maybe Burke was going to attack him?  Had the brute somehow gained information that Grim had done the dirty deed? He did not trust the over sized male. Though the only one with such information on the attack would be his beloved. He trusted her not to have said anything though. Lusa was loyal to him as he was to her. So then, what was Burke going to do?

Grim took a faded path through the woods, heading in the general direction of the howl. He was tense, hairs lifted along his spine. If it was a fight that Burke wanted, then he would fight back. But they both know who would win. Even though the brute was old, he was a lot bigger than Grim. Hopefully things wouldn't come to that. He stepped around a tree to find the male waiting for him.  "Burke," he greeted with an unpleasant tone. Grim kept on his paws, ready to dodge if the male attacked. "What is it?"