Heart of a Bear

Preoccupied with his surroundings and his regret about leaving his things behind, he didn't notice the massive bird that flew among the trees, nor the large wolf that was approaching him on the ground. “Hello, enjoying the cool morning?” He startled a bit, but only because he hadn't really expected anyone else to be out here. Amber gaze carefully watched the larger male, studying him for a moment before responding. "Hard to enjoy when the mind is preoccupied." His voice held a slight edge to it, though it wasn't because of the newcomer. His ire was towards the bear, and he had to admit he hated the beasts now. Who were they to throw their weight around and run him from the only home he'd known since his parents passed? Ironically, he shared a trait with the ursine creatures...though maybe it was just his anger talking. He knew they were strong and powerful beasts, something to be respected. But right now? At least he hated the one that forced him to go.

Fully turning to face the stranger, he carefully assessed him and noted that he seemed to carry himself with authority of some sort. Not only that, but he carried a far different scent than himself. He definitely wasn't a loner...so a pack, perhaps? Someone high ranking, maybe? Grimoire had never been a part of one, but he heard the stories from his parents. Stories about his own father having been an alpha once before the pack had been lost in a challenge. After that though, his father had taken things in stride and enjoyed life. It was because of that decision to enjoy life that Grimoire had even been born.

"Who are you?" He asked, curiosity touching his voice.