lionheart

Grimshaw found himself spending a lot of time in the forest nearby the Armada. He'd seen Malachai here numerous times and he would be lying if he said he didn't wish to find him here sometimes still. Perhaps the reason he found himself here today was to hopefully find the man, but he would be saddened to discover that any scent of his crush friend was stale. Oh well, but that wouldn't stop him from wandering. If he didn't wander, he'd have to think about things. At least wandering gave him something else to think about.

When a massive roar caught his attention, he couldn't help but wonder if it was the lion he'd met up north and hunted with. He certainly hoped not, but hurried towards the sound just in case. He was relieved to see that it was a tiger instead of the grey lion, but it seemed to be in a brawl with another wolf and not one he recognized. The scent lingering on their coat was similar to Malachai's, so he wondered if he was a new addition to Ashen. As part of the Armada, Grimshaw figured it best he step in.

Approaching from behind, Grimshaw kept himself silent as he stalked only to jump and lunge for the tigers back. His claws were no sharper than that of the average wolf, but held on as tightly as he could anyway. With sharpened and extra teeth, Grimshaw reached for the shoulder blades of the animal, making contact with the flesh and shaking his head to rid it from the animals body.

"Speech."