Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

At the young wolf's words, Grim growled deeply. Attacking Potema had nothing to do with power. It had everything to do with ridding the world of light. A wolf with a white coat did not belong. But his attack was also because of his lack of self control and the voices that tempted him. Though, he could not explain this to the young wolf or it would confirm that he had done the nasty deed. Not that they would understand. "Do you think there is power in defeating those who are too weak to fight?" He noticed that another wolf had joined the first. Now which one was which? Not that it mattered. They both were in on it. "You know nothing." 

Grim was not interested in participating in their revenge. Baldur was the only thing on his mind. He had to get to his son.  "You may be the type to attack any of those who are weaker than you just to look powerful," he taunted, referring to them stealing Baldur and the trick the two brothers had done to weaken himself. "That is not something I need." Moving a paw, he scowled. His limbs still felt sluggish. How long before the affects of whatever the two had done to him would wear off? What exactly had they done to him? It made him wonder if Baldur was under the same affects and hidden away somewhere.  If they had drugged his pup, it would make things difficult when trying to find Baldur.