Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

It did not take the young whelps long to confirm Grim's suspicions as to why they had trapped him.  One (Grim pegged as Damien) demanded an answer as to why he had attacked his sister. Not before insulting Grim by calling him a coward that did not have the balls to take the blame. Grim bit his tongue and bared his teeth in outrage. If he had admitted to his crime then he would not have been able to stay with Lusa. She had been the most important thing to him at the time. He could not have left her. She stayed by his side even though she had seen what he had done to Potema.  Grim would always remain loyal to her. 

Cicero spoke up next, threatening to take a few appendages. Grim ignored the young wolf. He had no fear of the two smaller wolves. There was nothing they could do to drag any information from his maw. And he had no fear of pain, for it  had always excited him.  If they drew blood upon him, that would only encourage Grim to do the same. Thinking about it now brought up the dark voices that he had thought tucked away. Why not just kill them? the voices questioned. They will do the same to you. A low growl worked it's way through his chest. But he did not lust for a kill. They had not pushed him to that point quite yet. He felt no anger towards them. Only annoyance and frustration. 

Again he attempted to move a paw, this time his movement felt less sluggish, but only slightly so. Whatever he had inhaled was beginning to wear off. But not quick enough for Grim. Having his movements restricted irritated him. But he would not show any signs to the two brothers of his improvement. He would get the jump on them and escape to find his son.