lost aggressive youth

Perhaps it was all of the hunting he had done prior to his own infection that allowed him to find some kind of peace hunting when he should be sleeping. Bringing in meals for the pack while many of its members were sick had become daily for him, sometimes even multiple. With his birthday coming within the next few months, Grimshaw had grown nearly into his adult size save for a few pounds here or there. Hunting larger game was easier for him, but predators were something he hadn't quite had much experience with. Risk, maybe, was what he was looking for. Something else to dream about at night.

He hadn't known that he was being followed until Sirius spoke, checking on his well being. At least he wasn't sick anymore, but Grimshaw couldn't really say that he was doing okay. "I've been worse." His tone was flat, though he added a slight smirk to try and draw some humor out of it. "Glad to have things back to normal."

"Speech."