Gloriously Red, Like a Dream

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Ears flatten with embarrassment at the white wolf's statement. A lip slightly lifts in a silent snarl at the remark. The male still smirks at him. Amused by his actions. Grim couldn't help but enjoy the blood red scene. He had wanted to cover himself in the beautiful sight. A paw shifts in the flowers. A golden eye glances down at them. How could any of these wolves just walk by without stopping to immerse themselves in it? Perhaps blood does not intrigue them. He cannot understand innocence, or loyalty, or the want to protect something precious. They are hunters. Killing is a part of them. Instinct, the voices agree. Natural, they state. A hard gaze is returned to this smiling irritation. He would like to wet the ground with the white male's life. Add true blood to the flowers. Rip the smile off his face. The snowy wolf would not be smirking if Grim went for his throat.

Then the grinning male inquires about his name. Eyes widen with curiosity and surprise. How did this pure white male know him? They've never met before now. Have they? "Yes,"he drawls out slowly in confirmation. He doesn't question the stranger about his knowledge. Instead he comes to terms with it. What does he care how the male came by his name? That doesn't matter. "And you are?" Grim narrows his eyes. What was this wolf about? What were his thoughts? His intentions? Was he wishing to anger Grim enough to strike out? He will have to hold back his frustrations and blood lust. He will not fall victim to this wolf if he is enticing Grim to attack. A fool he is not. He refuses to be treated like prey. Flames lick in his eyes, darkening the golden color to a dirty orange.