Lake Rodney see where you hide

Once the black male left, Grimnir wove through the trees to stand beside his mate. He growled at the spot where the stranger had disappeared. "I was worried," he told Lusa without taking his eyes off the foliage. "Why hadn't you woken me?" Wind rustled the dying leaves around them,  carrying the crisp scent of fall. One stray orange leaf caught on his paw. Grimnir lifted his foot to release the trapped leaf. The reopened wound on his chest protested the movement.

Grimnir turned his large head to his mate. "He won't be welcome here again." He nodded in the direction the black wolf had gone. "If I see him around, I will rip him to shreds." It was the only warning he would give. Stained teeth shone beneath thin black lips in a vicious snarl. "He was outright disrespectful to you. That won't be tolerated." He turned without further explanation. They needed to get back to their slowly forming pack before they were discovered missing. Grimnir trotted off, indicating Lusa to follow with a flick of his tail.