Blackfeather Woods full moon

A pack that worshiped the moon. Grim could somewhat understand that. The moon was a very alluring thing. It meant a lot to their species as a whole. And Lusa had been a special pup of the alpha's. It did not change his view on her now, nor did it add any more respect for her than he already had. Grim wasn't much for rankings, even if he was a bit of a hypocrite by the way he expected those below him to show him respect. For those above him, Grim would fight tooth and claw against them. In his mind he was above everyone except Lusa. She was his equal. 

When she explained what she did within the pack, Grim was a bit surprised. He had marked her as a wolf with very little blood lust, but her story told the opposite.  Perhaps she had changed since then. Grim had not seen her attack any wolves in the pack, nor any outside the pack. But he wasn't always with her either. And she probably respected pack law more than he ever would since she had grown up in one. That meant she may never actually fight any wolf within the pack. It hadn't mattered who was pack and who wasn't to him, but now that Burke had given him a deal, Grim had to force himself not to fight when someone made him angry.

It seemed he had nicked named his mate 'little killer' well. She jumped into the story about how life was perfect until she was captured by no fur beings. Grim couldn't imagine what something with no fur would look like. He had never seen such a thing before. But Lusa explained how she had to fight all kinds of dogs. Grim didn't know what those were either, but he assumed lesser wolves from her description. He felt enraged knowing how Lusa obtained all her scars. Being placed in death's way. But she had survived. Grim felt proud of her fighting power, even if it was against her will. He felt that he should feel anxious about her story, but it was the opposite. Grim was excited by the thought of fighting to the death. He believed that he would win no matter what dog he went up against. It was something he would have loved to test himself against.

Once she had ended her story, Grim ran his muzzle over her scars while murmuring words of comfort. "But what you endured shows how tough you are, my little killer. Do not fret over the experience. It has made you stronger." He kissed her. "I often wonder about my own family. I do not remember them much, but I am glad that I am here with you and our new family. I wouldn't give it up for anything." Turning to their pups, Grim nuzzled the two boys. "They have the Brotherhood here," He told her. "From the assassinations that you described from your other pack, it is very similar. Have you spoke to Burke about possibly joining?" Grim returned his gaze to his mate. "Burke has offered me an apprenticeship with them. Maybe it will help ease more of the loss you feel for your birth pack if you join as well."