We're goin on a rhino hunt

Grimshaw was quick to jump on the opportunity to take a trip down into Auster to hunt with some wolves from Ashen as well as some of his own pack mates. He wasn't familiar with either of them, but he recognized them and kept the talk to a minimum during their travels. Although his infection had taken it's toll on his body, Grimshaw was quickly regaining his strength and weight back so felt little stress about tagging along. He even offered to pull the three legged, bald pack mate on the wagon he had to pull anyway. The man wasn't exactly light, but it was a long trip and despite the mans insistence, offered to allow him the decency of some amount of rest on the journey. It took a few days, but he didn't mind. The meat he would be pulling back would weigh much more and having the steady weight to pull out there was just a little bit of training if anything.

When they got to their destination, it was a place that Grimshaw admitted had never been to before even during his time down in the Hallows. If he wasn't on a hunting party, he would make a short day trip to visit Artorias. Though with five other wolves, Grimshaw couldn't take the time for himself down here. When they settled in and found a rhino cow to pursue, Grimshaw nodded in agreement about the plan.  

"Speech."