Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

I will make several replies today if you two don't mind as well. I know I've been keeping you up with your own stories so I would like to get this done today.

Cicero stopped, informing Grim that Baldur was placed in a tree. The younger wolf then mentioned that he was afraid of Damien when he was like this. Like what? Why did Damien put his pup in a tree? Was he really the reason his pup was in danger? Grim had little doubt about that. Baring his teeth, Grim stalked forward with the hair standing up on the back of his neck. "Damien!" He snarled. Where was the idiot whelp? 

As he came to the tree, something began to feel odd. His vision began to shift. Grim shook his large head to clear the sensation, but the motion only caused him to stumble. Everything swayed around him, Grim spread his legs wide to steady his balance and keep himself standing. Closing his eyes, the sensation did not stop.

There was a falling feeling, and then something hard knocked the breath out of him. He opened his eyes to see that he had fallen. Grim gazed around, looking for Baldur, but he could not see his pup anywhere. Had this been a trap? Damien and Cicero were also no where to be found. Grim snarled angrily before passing out. They would pay.