Blackfeather Woods Bloodflood

Grim swings his head around sharply as a wolf speaks to him. It is one of Meldresi's pups. He huffs at the little black male.  "They would die the moment they were within my reach." He eyes the whelp with mild curiosity. What was the little pup doing roaming the woods alone? Something could happen to him without an adult around. Grim smiles internally. Though he does not feel any need or want to kill this pup, the idea of something happening to the young wolf is amusing. "Why are you out here?" A tickling starts back up in his throat. He attempts to hold it back while scowling. A coughing fit takes hold anyway. Grim turns from the pup while he tries to hack up another feather. How many did he swallow? 

He would have to head north to find water. That is where otter creek lay. His throat feels raspy and dry as his fit comes to a halt. Grim looks back at the pup with narrowed eyes  saying, "It is dangerous to be alone." Lowering his head he adds, "Something could be out here waiting for an easy piece of prey like you." Would the pup understand the hint in his warning? Not that he plans to do anything exactly. It would be fun trying to scare the little male though.