Blackfeather Woods madhatter teaparty

The cawing of ravens has Grim's nose pointed upwards. A scowl bares long fangs and sharp teeth. Black glistening shapes sit high above in the dark trees of the woods. Wings beat the air. Feathers drift down. Grim lunges to snap them in his jaws. He can't stand the dumb birds. Always they settle high in the trees taunting him. Not once has one flown close enough for his teeth to sink into their hollow bones. Nuisances. They need to be driven from his territory. Kill, the voices advice. Slaughter, they say. If only he could. A feather drips down the side of a strong jaw. A wet plop lands in the new grasses of spring. One will come close enough eventually.

The scent of another wolf enters the warming air. Amber eyes scan the trees. A wolf stands partially hidden among the woods. A low snarl vibrates in his chest. Eyes narrow. How big has this pack grown? It was enough for them to always be bothering him. Grim takes in the scent. It is a new female. Perhaps he could take this one since Trickster got away from him. Grim's head lowers. Slowly he stalks towards her. Ears perk forward. What does this one want anyway? To trade words of greeting? He isn't interested in knowing her name like the rest. Of course he can guess that she will introduce herself no matter what he says. All the others had. Such a bothersome pack. These woods should be his alone. 

Paws stop a few steps away from the new pack member. "What do you want?" It is foolish of her to be near him. Never know what tendencies may arise within . Grim lets a deep growl slide past unsheathed fangs. Ears pin back against his head. Fur along his spine start to stand on end. He is in no mood to deal with any wolf. The stupid birds have already irritated him. Now the presence of this stranger flames that irritation into anger.