Blackfeather Woods madhatter teaparty

Sharp claws swat across the left side of Grim's face. The sharp pain excites the dark male. Blood trickles from the four scratches. Will he end up with a scared face? He hopes so. It will make him seem intimidating to enemies if he has battle scars. He watches the black wolf jump back and growl at him. She licks the wound he left on her leg and speaks. Eyes narrow in irritation at the female's words. What did he care about controlling his anger? Grim licks the wolf's blood from his lips. Perhaps he should keep attacking her. He has only managed one wound on her. She would look better with more. Grim jumps at the female with reaching jaws. He doesn't care where his teeth manage to sink into as long as this wolf bleeds.