Haunted Wood You think you know somebody

Grim is on his way! (I wasn't sure where to add him in at :x hope this is okay)

So this was to be their new home? Grim sniffed among the trees and brambles, trying to decide if it was better than Blackfeather. A small pang of sadness stabbed his heart. Blackfeather had been his first pack. Even though wolf had betrayed wolf within the pack, it had been where he belonged. He loathed leaving them, but there was nothing he could have done about it. If he would have stayed, a few dead bodies would have been the result. This new place they had called the Haunted Wood. Grim expected it to be darker than his old home. He would make it so. He wanted rumors to reach out about how much more dangerous the wolves that lurked in these woods were. That meant tearing into any wolf who approached. Blackfeather knew how dark he was already. Now he had to teach the other packs of the Wilds. 

A sudden sound broke into his thoughts. Grim erected himself, tail raised. Lusa? Teeth broke beneath the surface of his lips. Was this the beginning of his lessons? Excitement mixed with anger at the thought. Voices whispered hungrily in his ears.Intruders must die, they laughed. Blood, they demanded. Grim would happily fulfill their wishes. His furious snarl twisted into a crazed grin. His paws leaped forward, beating against the ground as they weaved around trees and through bushes. These wolves have made the mistake of stepping into the Wood. 

As he ran Grim's old personality shifted into focus. He didn't want to immediately kill them. What was the fun in that?  Play with them, the voices advised. Teach them pain, they growled. Images burst into his mind's eye. He would pounce on the stranger, teeth sinking into their back as he drug them down beneath him. Then he would hold them there, let them gaze into his blood-lust filled eyes. He would tell them they would feel the pain of the Haunted Wood and dig his bite into their shoulder while tearing at their belly with his hind claws. Let them bleed out slowly and have them realize their dreadful mistake. But he wondered how many of them there were. Not that it mattered. With his little killer there, she would make another suffer. Once he was done with the first he could move onto another. Or perhaps he could have Lusa hold one and let them watch their companions slowly die while feeling completely helpless; unable to help them. Then they could let the surviving one go back to it's pack and inform them of the beast that rule this wood.