While Death Taunts, Voices Struggle

A low growl sounds from Grim. "I do not dislike the scent of this pack. The smell of the wood surrounds them more than the stentch of this swamp." Is the nose of this brute broken? Since when has the pack been so over run with such a gagging smell? His teeth slightly show in disgust. The large male hadn't made any move towards the tunnels as Grim had been hoping. He won't ask Burke to come with him either. He doesn't need anyone. He had always been alone. With a snort and a wave of his tail Grim raises his head and starts off towards the tunnels.

He pauses for a minute to say over his shoulder, "Thanks for your time, Old Wolf." He continues on without a second thought towards the brute. It is time to discover the underground tunnels. He passes through the entrance, feeling as if he is being engulfed by the earth. The lights that brighten the tunnel give an erie feel to the place. He is eager to discover all that there is to this tunnel. The smell of blood still taints the air. He is mostly wanting to figure that one out. What does this pack do beneath the swamp? What secrets do they keep from the outside world? With each new discovery Blackfeather becomes more and more loved by Grim.