The scars that mark my body, they are silver and gold

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It seems he is held to these woods. Always he finds himself stalking through the dark trees. Blackfeather matches his inner darkness too perfectly. At times the territory feels more like a dream than reality. He hasn't dared to set foot outside of this area. And does not think he will anytime soon. He has no desire to ever leave the shadows of the trees. If he left, he feels that he could not go far without turning back. The woods call to him so. And he has yet to meet all the wolves of the pack. So far he has come across three. Not including the alpha. And what a gorgeous wolf the first one was. Little miss Trickster. He had wanted her so bad. He would have taken her. Claimed her. If he had wanted to reveal himself that is. The second one had been a male. A white wolf that laughed at him called Bane. He did not like the light wolf at all. Bane had irritated him. The male had made fun of him. Grim will gladly kill that wolf. The last one had been male as well. One that was larger than himself. Grim hates Burke for his size. Just looking at the wolf intimidated Grim. Other than that, he isn't sure what to think of the brute.

Brown and tan ears catch a voice. He pauses, golden eyes scanning the trees. Nothing noticeable catches his attention. Nose hovering above the ground, he sniffs. A snarl twists his features. It would be him. Burke. Wonderful. He squints his eyes in the direction of the scent trail. A patch of grey shifts among the darkness. He considers ignoring the wolf. Moving on to somewhere else in the territory. He has been wandering to hopefully run into more wolves of the pack and gain knowledge on the area. The one spot he would like to avoid is the swamp. That place had not agreed with him at all. And to think that Burke had actually swam into the nasty water. A shiver wracks Grim. As much as he enjoys the mess of killing, swamp water was a mess he does not want. The water smells awful. The taste of it even worse. His nose wrinkles up at the memory. But the large grey male had spoken to someone. Grim needs to meet more of the pack, so he may as well see what the brute was up to.

Trotting up behind Burke, Grim calls out a forced greeting. "Hello, Burke. What are you up to?" He could have easily just sneaked up on the grey male. Tackled him from behind with bared ivory teeth. Clamped his jaws around the back of the wolf's neck. Attempt to pull him to the ground. Snap his thick neck. It would take quite a force to do that though. Grim would probably not be successful in that. Well then, he would have to do as previously thought when he first met the male. Fight him with speed. Jumping in and out of range to land blow after blow until the male falls. Then come in close and rip out his throat. As he comes to stand beside Burke, another wolf catches his attention. The scent was not one of Blackfeather. He grins at the wolf. Well, what luck? He would have prefered to catch this stranger alone, but he can always win the prize of killing her by fighting off the large grey if need be. "Well, look what we have here." His grin widens, giving him an almost crazed appearance. "Why are you bothering to speak to this trespasser, Burke. Did not take you as one to allow such things," he taunts the large male while giving the female a look over. She is definitely not as perfect as his little Trickster. Nor as alluring. The stranger is a mix of browns and quite small compared to him and Burke. She looks weak to Grim. An easy prey.