Of courtiers? Now, that's a word to spit at. I'm a poet, friend. A poet!
Grimly, Dark of the Moon,
"Chapter 2: The Hell Hunt"

Grimly is a Wolver who is Torisen's friend. He is from the Grimly Holt pack.


Grimly was born in Grimly Holt in the Weald. On day, when he was a pup, King Kruin of Kothifir came to the Weald to hunt wolvers. A poet came with him, to sing for the king. Grimly heard the poet singing Rendish verse, and was enchanted. Kruin set off into the Deep Weald. Grimly's pack eventually offered to lead him back out. In return, Kruin offered a place at court for any wolver who wanted it, though none agreed, assuming that "place" would be as a pelt.[2][1]

When Grimly was of age, he went south to Kothifir. He studied Rendish verse under the very poet he had first heard sing in the Weald. However, he was never very good at it, and when he was presented at court, people only laughed. He began to drink and clown, and at court, he had a persona as "The Wildman of the Woods."[2][1]


  1. 1.0 1.1 1.2 The Sea of Time, "Chapter XV: Winter's Tales" — " 'when I was just a pup, King Kruin came to the Grimly Holt to hunt wolver. […] A poet sang to the king in Rendish that night, but the king was too drunk to listen. I did, though, from the cover of a nearby bush. […] Well, come the dawn Kruin set off into the forest, but the deep wood is dangerous […] Finally we offered to lead him out. […] he offered a place in his court to any wolver who cared to present himself there. […] When I came of age, […] I went south and found the poet whom I had heard sing. He was old by then, out of favor and fashion, […] When he offered to present me at court, I was overjoyed. […] All of those years learning how to compose in Rendish, waiting to perform, and they laughed. So I began to clown and to drink in order to stand myself. "The Wildman of the Woods," they called me.' "
  2. 2.0 2.1 Dark of the Moon, "Chapter 12: Night Pieces" — "'There was a king who loved to hunt. […] Now, Kruin had gone after all sorts of game: […] arrived on our doorstep with a hunting party the size of a young army. […] when he went into the deep-wood, some of us followed […] we'd gotten tired of watching men die […] so we led the survivors out. […] He accused us of ruining the best hunt he'd been on in years […] but he was a fair man. If any of us cared to go back to Kothifir with him, he would find us an appropriate place in his court. The place that immediately occurred to us was that trophy wall, so we said we'd think about it. Well, I thought about it for some fifteen years until I came of age. Then I went south to Kothifir.' 'By then, Krothen was on the throne […] the trophy wall had long since been torn down, and Grimly became a poet instead of a pelt.'"