Gloriously Red, Like a Dream

I'm trying to finish up Bane's threads to start afresh with Keith, so this will be my last post if you don't mind :)

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Bane watches with amusement how Grimnir takes his words. One of his lips curls up, suggesting a growl but never actually materializing it, and Bane chuckles silently. It was going to be too easy to stay on top of him the way things were going, but there was one thing that worried the arctic assassin, Grimnir was too lustful, a downfall to his potential, and he would have to work on that if he wanted to have a good spot in Blackfeather Woods. Bane wasn't going to allow such an unstable beast near his pups.

He followed nonetheless, silently, watching closely each movement made by the cinnamon savage, analyzing every turn he took, and keeping up with his quick pace. He was sure Grim would easily find a trail soon, and he was more than confident that he wouldn't fail the test he was working on him. But there was something he wasn't sure about, did he really like Grimnir?

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