All Shall Fall

Chapter 3: One Done, One to Tackle

Snarls fill the night air as two black wolves glare at each other.

"Get out of here!" the male snarls, snapping at the female, who easily dodges. "You're on in my territory!"

"Too bad!" Grim laughs, eying the male. "I was trying to pass through, when you decided to go crazy!"

Without any other words, Grim lunges forward, biting the male's throat and tackling him to the ground. He struggles, trying his hardest to get the female off of him, but he can't. No being able to breathe, he slowly slips from life, descending into darkness. Once he's gone, Grim lets go of his throat, an evil smile upon her face.

"Fool," she barks to herself, licking the bleeding bite marks on her leg. "I can't believe he thought he could actually take me down."

There wasn't much night left, and Grim hates that she was falling behind on her plans. She wanted to be somewhere by now, not in the middle of the woods! She growls, shaking her head as she limps towards a tree. Although that wolf didn't last long against her, he did give her a pretty good wound.

"Hello, wolf," a bear growls. Grim turns her head to the left, seeing a grizzly bear looking at her, a dead elk by his paws.

"Hello," she replies, a slight smile on her face as she limps towards the dead elk.

"Mind telling me what happened?" he asks, watching as she bites into the elk.

"Another wolf attacked me," she tells him, shocked that she's eating his food. "But I should be fine."

"If you don't mind me asking, where's your pack?" he asks, looking around and sniffing the air. There was no sent that matched the black wolf in front of him.

"I'm trying to find a mate to start one, I suppose." she barks, done with eating. She looks at the bear in front of her, and sits, finding he's different.

"Really now? I've seen a few male wolves pass by. One went by the river a few minutes ago. You might be able to catch him. He seemed like a nice wolf!" he informs her.

"Well, I'm also on another missions," she explains, interesting the grizzly. "I actually left my old pack because I wanted to hunt humans."

"Humans!" he repeats surprised. "Why humans? They'd kill you!"

"I'm after them because they killed my mother, and put my family in danger!" she defends, images of Faith's dead body flashing into her mind. She dug her claws into the earth, gritting her teeth.

"Ah, I understand," he growls, shocking her. "My wife, Blossom, was shot by a hunter. I understand what you're going through, um..."

"Grim." she barks, smiling at him. "My name is Grim."

"And I am Boo. Pleased to meet you." he replies, smiling back at her.

"You're a different grizzly, Boo. Most bears would attack at the sight of me."

"Well, a wolf once helped me."

"Really!? How?"

"I once got a thorn stuck in my paw, and a wolf helped me. She had white fur, and hazel eyes, just like yours! She also said she had three pups."

"That... that was my mother! She told me when she got back to the den that she had helped a grizzly!"

"Huh, so your dear mother was the one who helped me. Such a shame. I was hoping I would someday run into her. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks. Well, I guess I should get going. Thank you for allowing me to eat."

"Anytime! Is there anything else I could help you with?"

"No thanks. I'm good. It was nice meeting you, Boo."

"It was nice to meet you, too. I hope we run into each other again."

"Trust me, we will. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye, Grim!"

Grim walks away from the grizzly, a smile on her face. 'Thanks, mom, for helping that bear.' she thinks, knowing that if it wasn't for her kind mother, Boo wouldn't have shared his elk.

The sun starts to rise, and Grim is already by a rushing river. She looks across, seeing a wolf on the other side. By what she can see, he has black fur, and... blue eyes perhaps?

"Hey!" Grim jumps at the low bark, turning around to see two other wolves, both being pure white. The older one's eyes were pure red, as he seemed to glare at her. The other had a blue left eye, and a red right eye, but he showed her a bright, happy, hyper smile.

"Hi! I'm Risky, and this is Azrael! Who are you?" he asks, his voice high-pitched as he bounces forward, making Grim back up.

"I'm Grim." she replies, a bit shocked at the Risky's actions.

"What are you doing out here?" the other, Azrael, asks as he slowly pads towards her, his glare never fading.

"What does it look like?" she replies, now matching his glare. "I'm trying to starts a pack!"

"Really!? You could be in ours!" Risky barks happily, getting on his hind legs, and placing his front paws on Grim's shoulders.

"W-what?" Quickly, she's jumping back, too surprised by the male's actions.

"We're not really a pack," Azrael barks, looking at the younger. "I just found him as a pup one day, and took him with me."

"But, we can start a pack! Just the three of us!" he giggles, bouncing around.

"Um... is he always like this?" Grim asks, looking at the older who nods.

"Unfortunately, yes." he sighs, shaking his head.

"Well... I accept!" she barks, shocking both.

"What! Really!? YAY!" Risky runs over, tackling Grim to the ground as he licks her.

"PUP! GET OFF!" she barks harshly, once more shocking the two, and making Risky jump off.

"Huh... I can used to you!" Azrael chuckles, watching as the female slowly gets up.

It's the middle of the day now, and both Azrael and Grim are watching Risky chase after a butterfly. Azrael watches the younger male jump in the air, shaking his head. Grim can't help but giggle when he lands on his face.

"Are you okay?" Grim calls over to him. He happily pops back up, and smile on his face.

"I'M PERFECT!" he replies, his voice filled with cheer as he goes back to chasing the butterfly.

BANG!

"RISKY! GET OVER HERE, NOW!" Azrael barks loudly, both he and Grim jumping to their feet.

"MOMMY!"

"Alright! Now lets see if we can get the rest!"

"Grim, come on! We have to go!"

Risky quickly ran passed Grim, following Azrael.

"Keep going!" Azrael barks to the younger, turning his attention to their new-found friend. "Grim! Come on! Get moving!"

"No." she replies quietly, digging her claws into the dirt. Another shot is heard, followed by birds flying off, fearing of being shot. There's a sound of a pain from an elk, and soon laughter. 'They deserve to pay! They all deserve to die!' a voice shouts in Grim's mind.

"Grim, for the love of Fate, COME ON!" Azrael snarls, running towards the female. Risky was already back in their hiding spot, tears streaming down his cheeks. And as Azrael tries to get Grim to follow him, he finds her running towards the gunshots.

"GRIM!" He skids to a stop once he reaches the edge of the water, watching as she's already at the other side, running faster than anything he's ever saw.

"KILL 'EM ALL!" she howls with delight, catching the attention of one hunter. Before he's able to pull the trigger on his shotgun, Grim's already sinking her teeth into his arm, tackling him to the ground. He shouts in pain, trying to push her off. She only bites his hand and jerks back, ripping off a finger. He shouts once more, tears now falling from his eyes. Laughing, Grim lunges forward, biting into his neck, the blood spilling into her mouth, tasting so sweet. His gags are the only things she hears. She smiles as he no longer moves, and she drops him. Upon doing so, she's faced with another problem.

"How dare you kill my master!" snarls an angry dog. Looking at him, Grim notices the breed of this dog, hearing the humans speak of it. This dog was a doberman pinscher.

"Well, your master shouldn't have been a hunter!" she replies, a smile on her face. In a heartbeat, the dog is on the ground, Azrael's sharp teeth sinking into the animal's back. He whimpered in pain as the wolf lifted him up and threw him to the ground. The next action was pretty shocking. Azrael lifted up his paw, and slammed it down on the dog's spine, making it snap like a weak twig.

"Uh..." Grim watches as Azrael walks past her quietly. She follows him, still in shock.

"What was that?" she finally asks once they cross the river.

"What was what?" he asks, acting as though nothing has happened.

"That! What you did back there to that dog!" she reminds him. He only chuckles.

"What? I was helping you out!" he replies.

"But how did you do that? How did you break his back just but hitting it?" she asks. He only shrugs.

"I just can." he tells her, both finally making it to the hiding spot. When they got there, they saw that Risky had cried himself to sleep. Azrael sighs, laying by the younger. Grim stays standing, looking around as she spots the black wolf she saw when she first arrived at the river.

"Hey, Azrael," Grim barks, looking down at the male. "Who's that wolf over there?"

"I dunno. Go find out." he mutters as he closes his eyes to go to sleep.

"Okay. I will." she whispers as she walks towards the wolf.