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He had no intention of attacking her, though she could not know that. Grimsley lacked unchecked rage and unfocused anger. He did not mistake frustration with aggression and he did not lash out...without warning, at least. He was controlled - always. He had been taught control from the moment he took his first breath and he had learned the lesson very well. When she told him of a grizzly attacked, he refused to allow his hair to rise, though the story sent cold ice through his veins. He disliked bears immensely. They were one of very few things that posed a threat to himself and his people and they were a common side effect of mountain living. They were, perhaps, the closest thing Grimsley had to a genuine fear. "I see." He said simply and was happy to move on.

News of such a powerful female struck him as interesting in a different way than Moonspear had been before. He couldn’t help flicking his gaze in that general direction, his mind now drifting away from usurping and into matrimony. It was quite a leap and only the ghost of an idea but he decided then that he would go to Moonspear and meet them. Whatever they were or were not to him in the future, he wanted to get his own look. Grimsley did not lend himself to bloated ideas and feelings of grandeur. What she said, even about her own pack, sounded excellent on paper but may not hold water when exposed to the light. He would need to see for himself.

He watched her again as she moved. She was quite a beauty. Feminine, sultry physique without weakness or delicacy. He was happy to be in her presence and a small, pleased grin split his lips as she told him of the Nightwalkers - her people. He immediately felt a distaste for her leader - but he had expected that. A male with a terrible attitude and likely a terrible pedigree, as well. It was to be expected and it didn't mean the pack wasn't salvageable - after all, he quite liked Tzila.

"Worthy." He said quietly, mulling over his mental picture of Vengeance. "Despite his temperament." They were only statements, thinking aloud. He refocused when she told him that they were mercenaries - only the strong survived. It did not concern him to know this but it did excite his curiosity again. He liked strong. Grimsley wasn't dumb enough to throw the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak - perhaps there was something of worth in this pack. Again, Tzila was an nice example. 

"Indeed." He acknowledged her and her pride, giving a small nod. "You are mercenaries, you said. What is your purpose?"