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The female speaks. She tells him to calm himself. Grim snaps his teeth together. Who is she to tell him what to do? Then the stranger says something else. What was she talking about? Grim repeats himself again. Asking the female what she wants. He could attack her. Teach her not to bother him. But he had attacked a member before and that had not ended too well. Quite a few of the pack had shown up and Meldresi had ordered two to bring him under control. Grim growls at the memory. Slade. He hopes that wolf never shows his muzzle again.

Grim gives the female a glance over. She's all black like most of the pack. Her eye's are a blue color. She is a pretty thing like Trickster. Maybe he should make her his. She would do. He could have dark pups with this one like he had planned to with the other. Does she have darkness in her though? It wouldn't do to have pups who were good. Grim narrows his eyes. Maybe he should test that. See what this black female would do if he lunged at her. It wouldn't be a serious fight like it had been with Bane. He can't lose control again. Grim waits for her reply before making a move. What should he go for first? Her long legs? Her sleek body? Perhaps he should try to jump on her back. Grab a thick mouthful of fur and skin. Drag her to the ground. He sits while he debates on what he should do to start a small spar. Will she respond in turn? Grim assumes that's the point of attacking in the first place. To see if she will respond.