begone, foul creature!

Even during the day Grimshaw would resort to hunting to keep his mind and thoughts at bay. There were still some animals lingering around with ooze and things growing from their faces. Although Grimshaw was hunting food for the pack whenever he could, there were times when he felt like mercy killing an infected animal. He had to be careful though to prevent a reinfection of himself, but he was pretty certain that the threat was gone for the wolves.

He had seen an infected deer wandering into the mangrove and despite having a great desire to not follow it into the swampy water, he did anyway for the good of the Armada. They didn't need any infected prey animals getting too close to the pack just in case they all could get sick again. Trudging through the murky water was beyond stressful for the young man but he had to move slow anyway to keep quiet so it helped, plus the water only went up to about midway up his legs. He didn't like it one bit, but it was a far sight from drowning and to keep the Armada safe, he sometimes needed to do things he wasn't comfortable doing.

As he wandered through the swamp, he caught sight of the deer again just in time to see someone else skirting around a tree as if they were hiding from the animal and perhaps about to pursuit. Grimshaw quickly and quietly moved off to the side and approached the other wolf hunting, but kept a bit of a distance hiding behind a tree from the view of the deer, but trying to catch the other wolf's attention without the deer catching on.

505/1500


"Speech."