Blackfeather Woods Passing Over the Border

Tongue meets eye as Lusa questions him. Grim grunts, enjoying her show of affection. He would love to hunt down a wolf, but they needed a feast. "Deer would be my favorite," he tells her softly as she sits beside him. The feel of her body leaning into his excites him a little. A sigh of contentment passes through large jaws. He has a female that is completely his now. One that is beautiful and dangerous. One that, with just a touch, can bring lust to the surface. One that, with just a look, can mirror the darkness in him. Lusa is perfect. He wishes he could bring words to his lips to describe just how much she means to him. But he cannot find his voice to say such things. 

Instead he focuses on their hunt, walking away from her to press a wet nose to the dry ground. Tall grasses hide any sight of danger, only scent will alert them. It is lucky for them that the wind is blowing towards them. They will be the ones to bring danger if a wolf appears. A deep intake of air brings a cascade of scents to Grim's nose. Faint traces of fox, birds, and other assortments of prey tangle themselves in the web of grasses. He looks back to his little killer. "We will have to venture further into the valley to find prey. Everything that was here is gone." How far will they have to go? Will they come across another pack? He hopes they don't end up crossing the boarders of another territory during their hunt.  He gives her room to pass him in case she wants to continue to lead the way. He would prefer to be behind her anyway in case someone sneaks up on them. He doesn't like that he can't see around them. But he is confident that together they can chase off or kill any dangers.