Cassiopeia's View back in black

@Tzila - sorry for my sudden disappearance! I'm back to normal, now.

He would know him when he saw him, hm? Grimsley grew especially intrigued by that. He imagined a large, unkempt and unstable wolf. He was dark in Grimsley's mind, as he imagined most others to be until he saw their pelts himself, with a crazed expression and frothing lips. It was highly cartoonish, Grim was aware of that. He still cared not for the description of "vile". That recalled things like sickness and rape and sadism. These were not things that Grimsley held company with. In fact, he would rather have seen it eliminated altogether than allow such behavior to keep breathing. He was making assumptions, however, and even if they were true - he was not quite there, yet. He couldn't afford to get ahead of himself.

He listened intently, crimson eyes on silver as she looked right back at him, when she told him about the mercenary work. Grimsley was not immediately concerned - after all, he'd had no time to make enemies. His thoughts shifted far into the future and settled on the uncomfortable idea of regicide. He was sure that would be on the menu, there were far worse things than killing a king. For assassins it was child’s play. He frowned softly at his own thoughts, casting a long look toward the trees where she had indicated her pack lay in the dark. Perhaps it would benefit him more than he had initially thought to get to know the Nightwalkers. Perhaps he could earn himself a favor...or a few friends. He turned back to Tzila.

"You are lovely." He said, coming back into himself. "You pack is very intriguing, though not so much as you, individually. Perhaps I will need to meet them one day - and this Warlord of yours." Just like Moonspear, he was going to make it a point.