Blackfeather Woods Cupid

Grim bared his teeth as the Brute tells him that he is talking offense to the Beta. That he could drag Grim out of the pack. The brown wolf doesn't say anything in reply. Burke moves on to tell him that overeating can happen to the strongest of wolves and that Grim can leave if he doesn't believe him. That Grim isn't becoming any more popular with this type of talk. What does he care of the opinion of others besides his Lusa? They didn't matter to him. "I don't believe that I am very popular among the pack already." Amber eyes narrow. "Strength matters more."

He gathers himself onto his pads, a paw stepping away from the Brute. "I don't believe you would disagree with that." In farewell, Grim flicks his tail at Burke. "Get well, Beta. Never know what could happen around here if you weren't around." It wasn't a threat really. More like an observation. Of himself that is. With the darkness still lingering inside, he never knew when he would snap.