Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

Grim was behind Cicero when the male came to his den. He had been returning to Lusa to tell her that he had yet to find any clues as to where their pups may be. Golden eyes narrow as he listens to the male call out that Baldur was in danger. He growled low, demanding that Cicero show him, "Take me to him. NOW!" How had this whelp of Meldresi's manage to find his pup first? Grim had looked high and low without so much as a scent to indicate where Damien had taken Baldur. Not that it was too much of a surprise. The heavy amounts of rain had smothered any scent trail and covered any tracks he may have left. Grim wanted to rip the throat from Damien's little neck for not returning with his pup and now placing him in danger.