Gloriously Red, Like a Dream

His eyes narrow at the light wolf's insult. Grim can easily track prey. But why waste the time tracking something when the white wolf knows all the best hunting areas? A lip twitches. Fine. He will entertain this male. He turns with his nose to the ground. He runs it over the beautiful red flowers, trying to find the scent of any prey. Nothing catches his attention. He trots towards the north, out of the bloody scene. Perhaps no prey dares to disturb the flowers. Grim can understand why. It is a place that reminds him of glorious death.

A faint scent of deer tickles his nose. Grim gives Bane a sidelong glance, saying nothing. He picks up his pace, believing this scent is only a few hours old. The trail doesn't waver from the northerly direction. Hopefully it doesn't take them too long to catch up. He hopes the deer have stopped somewhere instead of traveling. He will follow them for however long it takes though. It won't do to fail underneath the eyes of this wolf. Besides, Grim can track things for days. He only hopes that this white male can do the same if it comes down to that. Heh, Grim will show that he is greater than Bane. Even if the prey has managed to go beyond the pack boarders he will not stop hunting them until his teeth tear the life from their throats.