Haunted Wood the nothing woods

"I passed a pit on the way here, stained with blood and wolf bones at the bottom. There was also a training area. They seemed to have been warriors, or at least successful killers." 

Grimsley's hackles lifted along his back ever slightly and his eyes darted over the shoulder of the she-wolf, back the way she had come. Bones - in a pit? Tzila had said this pack was bloody for the sake of blood (or, rather, Grimsley had inferred it) but would they have killed her? She'd seemed confident and proud of this place, despite the reality of them as an unstable group. Had she been wrong in her position? Her worth to the violent pack? Did he care? The uncomfortable prickling of his hackles suggested that he did but perhaps it was only the uselessness of it that digested him. Perhaps it was only the waste and sick neuroticism. 

He would go and look. If he found her scent among the bones, he would at least know what befell her and be done of this irritating preoccupation.

"Yes...I'm Grimsley." he answered absently, still looking past the she wolf. He took a few steps forward and finally, after another pause, shifted his gaze to look at her. "Where is this pit? How far have you come since you passed it?"