I was right; there was a Grimm fighting, but it was not the Bearman that I had been expecting. It is a werewolf, the golden fire werewolf, and it is fighting against a pack of a large wolves.
It seemed quite funny to see Werewolf getting attacked by the wolves, and there seemed to be no love between them.
The Grimm hated when one referred to them by their monster counterpart.
I did not get too close to the battle; I have no interest in helping the Grimm by dividing the attention of wolves which are tearing at Werewolf from every angle.
"Ahhh, you bastards; if I were at my peak, I would have wiped you out in an instant," screamed Grimm in frustration as the fur on its body lit up gently, sending a faint wave of heat, which I just wanted to embrace myself in.
