The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

Grim doesn't think much of Burke's shoulder wound. He was a large male. The brute would be fine. If the male decided to go crying to a healer, then Grim would laugh. To seek the aid of a healer is to be weak. He eyes the fresh bison as the large brute says for them to reward themselves. The scent of blood and the promise of a full stomach has Grim eagerly bounding forward for a mouthful. He doesn't consider who should have the first bite. That doesn't matter to him. A growl sounds from his stomach as he tears a piece of flesh from the bison. Drool drips from his jaws, foaming over the animal. He swallows, then turns and snaps at Burke as the male gets closer. A snarl vibrates in his chest. This upper portion of the beast is Grims.