Grimm
When the birds don't immediately heed his call, Grimm glances suspiciously around them, looking for signs of another Attuned in their midst. It's hard to spot anything in the thick foliage, and impossible to tell which of the creatures they might be hiding as. Unless they reveal themselves now, it would be difficult for him to pick out who they are.
He sets aside the thoughts as Colt regains her composure, catching the snap of a twig before a man moves to enter the space. Having not expected other people at this hunting party, his dark eyes immediately slide to Colt, annoyance rippling like quicksand, requiring an explanation later - perhaps even compensation. He hadn't agreed to this, and although the allogator would be tough to deal with, it was something he was willing to handle without the burden of socializing.
Not even bothering to introduce himself, Grimm gives a grunt to confirm the intelligence then shifts back into the lanky gray-brown wolf. He doesn't look to either of them as he stalks into the trees. Like sliding on a favorite pair of pants, he slips easily into the hunter role, his neck dipping just enough to pick up scents as he scans the undergrowth. Ears perked, he pays especially close attention to any logs that might be an allogator in disguise, opening his mouth to scent the air whenever he gets close to one. He has no intention of being ambushed by an oversized tree trunk.
Grimm leads the way in his wolf shift.
He sets aside the thoughts as Colt regains her composure, catching the snap of a twig before a man moves to enter the space. Having not expected other people at this hunting party, his dark eyes immediately slide to Colt, annoyance rippling like quicksand, requiring an explanation later - perhaps even compensation. He hadn't agreed to this, and although the allogator would be tough to deal with, it was something he was willing to handle without the burden of socializing.
Not even bothering to introduce himself, Grimm gives a grunt to confirm the intelligence then shifts back into the lanky gray-brown wolf. He doesn't look to either of them as he stalks into the trees. Like sliding on a favorite pair of pants, he slips easily into the hunter role, his neck dipping just enough to pick up scents as he scans the undergrowth. Ears perked, he pays especially close attention to any logs that might be an allogator in disguise, opening his mouth to scent the air whenever he gets close to one. He has no intention of being ambushed by an oversized tree trunk.
Grimm leads the way in his wolf shift.
Where wolf's ears are, wolf's teeth are near.
