Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

It was dim when he woke. Grim let out a slight groan. His head was pounding. What had happened? Last he remembered was following... Grim immediately tried to get to his paws, but only managed to fall to his other side. Cicero had led him to a tree where he said Damien had his pup.  Then something had affected him. It had caused him to lose focus and pass out. He had pegged it for a trap. Grim had no ill feelings towards the brothers for wanting to harm him. But his pup was a whole other affair. How dare they get Baldur involved. It made sense for them to choose Baldur. That is Grim's favorite pup and he had harmed their sister. Grim wondered for a brief moment how that white whelp was doing. It had been quite some time since he had laid eyes on her.

Glancing at his surroundings, he noticed a dark figure near him. Growling softly, Grim barked darkly, "Revenge for your sister?" He wasn't sure which brother this was near him. "How is the abomination doing? I heard she lost an eye." A grin flickered at the corner of his jaw. "I wonder who could have done it." His goal was to make the brothers angry enough to slip the information he needed to find his pup. Of course, that had it's negative side effects as well. Though he still wasn't feeling much up to fighting, Grim felt confident enough to escape the two young brothers.