His ears twitched at Red's words. Agony, eh? Well that was something he hadn't considered. The face of terror. The face of agony...surely they could both look the same, no? He circled around the spire, crimson gaze turning skyward as he studied the crimson sky, head tilting as questions swirled in his mind. Whatever was happening, he had to admit, he rather liked this new change of scenery! His gaze shifted to Ripper then as his brother had gotten his head stuck, tugging laughter from the shadowy beast. "Need to be smaller, dummy!" He exclaimed before watching Ripper begin to climb. While his brother went up, Grim went down. The dirt shifted beneath Ripper's feet just as he jumped up to start climbing, and that drew his own interest.
Grim started to dig a bit, the earth shifting easily beneath his paws before he started going at it with more intensity. Crimson gaze flicked briefly toward the agonized face, and it seemed to almost stare into his soul as he dug. Whatever was down (or up), must be worth investigating! The breeze howled through the openings in the stone that towered above him, screaming in his ears with its piercing sound, yet it didn't deter him. He paused his digging for a moment as Red told Ripper not to get impaled, and so he looked up, watching as Ripper climbed haphazardly toward the crimson sky. "What he said! Grim doesn't want to explain to mother how Ripper died up there!" That would be so inconvenient!
