More focused on the threat amidst his protected jurisdiction, Grimm doesn't note or care about the woman slinking in the sidelines. If she becomes an obstacle, he'll find a reason to care. For now, he lowers his head, the growl threading across the open sand like the roll of thunder, violence on the horizon for those who don't heed its warning.
As he pads closer, the tide jaguars lower themselves, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting birds. The growl slowly reaches them like a plume of shadowed darkness, their heads turning in sync to take in the sea panther stalking ever closer. Their ears pin back, tails whipping behind them while they look between themselves, debating whether to take him on or find prey elsewhere.
Grimm uses their indecisiveness to creep slowly between them and the birds, sending a pulse down the bond to encourage them to be elsewhere, however, as they take off into the raining sky, the tide jaguars seem to take that as a sign for them to strike, rushing forward with yowls of indignation.
As he pads closer, the tide jaguars lower themselves, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting birds. The growl slowly reaches them like a plume of shadowed darkness, their heads turning in sync to take in the sea panther stalking ever closer. Their ears pin back, tails whipping behind them while they look between themselves, debating whether to take him on or find prey elsewhere.
Grimm uses their indecisiveness to creep slowly between them and the birds, sending a pulse down the bond to encourage them to be elsewhere, however, as they take off into the raining sky, the tide jaguars seem to take that as a sign for them to strike, rushing forward with yowls of indignation.
Grimm
We men are the monsters now
