A hunt was on the horizon, and he waited impatiently for Red's call to summon them. Luckily it had, and Grim wasted no time in racing to meet his brothers, coming up alongside them with a look of predatory lust as the wind brought the scent of bison to them. His hackles rose in excitement, eerie gaze locked on the animals, even as the two women emerged. He hadn't ever hunted with both of his brothers before, hadn't had the chance to since he got lost all those moons ago. He had hunted a time or two with Ripper recently, But now he had to show Red that he could do this, and was determined to show them he was capable.
He stalked forward with predatory precision, ears catching what Ripper said. The midnight menace cackled like a hyena as he parted from Red and the others, following Ripper toward the herd. Once Ripper started, Grim followed and mimicked his brothers movement. And the moment Ripper managed to separate the herd from the bull, Grim snarled and barked and snapped at the heels of the group, driving them away from their main target so the others would at least have a chance at getting to it before these ones tried to come back.
