Wolf RPG

The afternoon was partially cloudy and Grimlock had felt like he had been playing hide and seek with the sun all day as it came in and out of hiding as the raptor moved with his nose practically stuck to the earth, looking for a specific pack scent in particular. A couple times his inexperience had him going in some kind of funky, arching circle that left the raptor feeling like an idiot. Luckily, there was no one there to point out his humiliation except his own sharp witted, silver tongued conscious. As it was the scout apprentice — or rather that was what he had been had been left to retrace his steps using all of his senses and not just his eye sight. Grimlock had lost count of how many times Sveinx had lectured him on the importance of “being one with the earth” and all that hippy like crap his dad had been partial too as Head Scout. Crete had returned to the Falcons (admittedly with no one the wiser of things that he had done) and it had been his scent and stories that had filled the raptor child teen with the grand scheme that he could go out on his own and experience the world, that he had enough street smarts to attempt to find this ‘Blacktail Deer Plateau’ and do it all on his own without the help of his parents, or one of his sisters holding his paw like he was some incapable, drooling little boy (which he guessed to them he more or less was).

Grimlock paused suddenly, lifted his leg and relieved himself on a bush, only to let out snicker that erupted into a bought of raucous laughter when a chipmunk came darting out, squeaking it’s displeasure at being urinated on at him, rising on it’s two little back legs as if it made him as tall as a grizzly bear. For the unintelligible lecture Grimlock was getting he might as well have thought that he was intimidating at all to the canine who just smirked down at it, and shooed it off with a forepaw so he didn’t accidentally step on it. “My bad little dude,” Grimlock called after it though he was sure that the chipmunk didn’t understand him and more than the raptor had understood it. Drawing in a breath he shook his head and carried on with his journey hoping that he found them soon or he would have to chalk up the fact that his skills weren’t half as stellar as he had first thought and bunker down for the night. And find some grub. His stomach let out a small rumble of agreement. He was always hungry — his stomach was like a black pit or a ravenous beast. Or a black pit housing a ravenous beast.

Just when Grimlock had been about to throw the white flag of surrender and call it a day — with the intention of sulking off to lick his pride wounds yet again, when he scented their borders. It was faint at first but after following it anticipation rose in him, nearly stealing the raptor’s breath as the bubble lodged itself into his throat. “Ha! I’ve finally found you,” A large grin spread over Grimlock’s muzzle as he shifted his body so he was in a partial neutral and partial submissive pose before he lifted his head and called for a leader, figuring he’d maybe (if they were even still in the falcons when he was born, tokio isn’t real sure) surprise his family. If any of them even remembered or knew him. If they did he had only been a fuzzy little newborn tyke.

It didn’t take very long — actually it was probably some sort of world record the raptor felt sure — for someone to greet him. Someone that struck the teen as familiar. There was always the possibility, he reminded himself, that the wolf that was quickly approaching the borders was just a black wolf and just because he was ebony colored didn’t mean he was a DiSarinno. But they were a monotone colored bunch for the most part, ranging from ivory, to grey, to even silver, to black; but the monarchs of their family had been smoky black and ivory and well it seemed obvious that they all took after one parent, or the other, or a mix of them, or distant relatives or however it was that genetics worked. Caution worked it’s way onto his face and he bordered on it (caution) and curiosity, awkward and coltish body tensing until he heard his full name fall from the other male’s lips. In that split second Grimlock had relaxed and grinned widely at his uncle — admittedly not all too sure which uncle it was; he tended to get Peregrine and Atticus mixed up — and his mix up caught him now as he attempted to recall if this was Atticus of Peregrine before him.

“’Sup dude?” The raptor greeted his uncle before inhaling and puffing out his cheeks, letting the air expel slowly, realizing that he was going to have to admit that he wasn’t sure which Uncle he was. “Not to be offensive or anything but …are you Perry or Atti?” Even a little kid he had always been getting them confused and joked, “Maybe you two should get name tags or something.” Maybe it was an inappropriate time for a joke but he was buoyant and young (if not a little crude) and, though he knew there was always a possibility he wouldn’t be welcomed he was hopeful, nevertheless.

For a brief second, Grimlock had a severe moment of doubt on this whole ‘experience life on your own’ thing. Marigold had literally begged the, perhaps overeager, raptor not to go and then tried to give the headstrong teen the whole “you’re too young, you’ll get yourself killed” speech with a level of sternness that might have made the abruptly guilt-ridden Grimlock into staying if Sveinx hadn’t intervened. Maybe Mama was right, but the raptor brushed those thoughts away with an errant flick of his tail against his hind legs. It was too late to turn back now, and anyway, he had found the part of the DiSarinno’s (technically Redleaf-DiSarinno’s) that resided here. Finally he had made it and there was no reason to get cold feet and chicken out now. There was a terse edge in Peregrine’s reply that made the boy’s ears lower, some of his previous excitement and casualness sapping out of him a bit.

“My bad Uncle Peregrine,” It was spoken sheepishly, if not a bit guiltily, peering up at Peregrine through his lashes like some kind of overgrown puppy, as it was, oblivious as the teenager tended to be at times, he missed the twinkle in the older man’s eye. “My dad said I could come!” It was knee jerk, defensive blurt of words. Of course it was after the fact that Grimlock realized he sounded like a kid that had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. He inhaled deeply, shook off his sudden bought of child-like nerves and steeled his shoulders. “Ok, well it was more like If you think you can do it, go; but don’t come back here with your tail between your legs if you fail,” Grimlock morphed his voice to resemble his father’s deep timber - which wasn’t all that hard probably because Grimlock’s voice, in that awkward stage of childish and manly would likely resemble Sveinx’s own.

“But I didn’t fail. I found you. I’ve been apprenticing under him as Scout and I found my way here,” And he was so ridiculously proud of himself in that moment that it positively radiated off of him. “But…I don’t want to go back. I want my freedoms du--uncle Peregrine." It had been a quick catch. "I want to give living out from my parents a try.” He turned hopeful eyes, flitting as they did between blue and green, to Peregrine, hoping that his Uncle wouldn’t sent him back home. “I promise that I’ll help out and I’ll apprentice here for Scout …or it’s equivalent. You won’t have to babysit me.” It wasn’t a very convincing sell but he was suddenly nervous and it was all he had to work with on short notice — never mind that he had, had plenty of time to rehearse on his way.

The explicit fell from his uncle’s mouth — though it did not particularly bother Grimlock who was known to use explicit words himself — followed by sarcastic words about Grimlock’s timing. Ears slicked back against his skull, the raptor’s brows furrowing in confusion. It was apparent he had done something wrong — which was a new record for the raptor, admittedly — but the sarcasm made no sense to the pre-teen. “Uh,” Grimlock struggled to grasp for something to say and hated that he abruptly felt like a child being scolded even if that hadn’t been Peregrine’s intention. “Ok.” The raptor settled for much more meekly than he had originally intended adding Whatever in a condescending very teenager manner mentally.

Peregrine’s words only served to continue to confuse Grimlock, catching his curiosity — what had Peregrine been right about? — but for the sake of not wanting to further earn his uncle’s ire kept his mouth, in what was likely the wisest choice of his short life thus far, firmly closed. “I’ve heard about her,” He piped up though, and gave his uncle a shaky soft of breath that pushed “Oh,” out of his mouth when Peregrine informed him that she had passed away in child birth. He hadn’t known her, and any condolences he could offer henceforth would have felt hollow even if their intent would have been coming from a good place.

“Yeah, I don’t want to go back,” He confirmed, yet again, just in case Peregrine had thought (or maybe even hoped) that Grimlock had changed his mind. No, Grimlock was contented being the rebellious, wayward son. “I’d love to met Pied’s kiddos, and yours too, if I can. I love little kids.” It probably went without saying that it was because he was, more or less, still a kid himself.

“Nothin’ is bad about it. I just…don’t want to be in anyone’s shadow I guess. And there are a lot of shadows there.” While he was being a rebellious little prick, he at least had a gunning reason. His sisters tended to always get put before him because the twins were “older” and “would need to find good mates” or whatever else crap Marigold had tried to tell Grimlock who had at about five months of age inherently stopped listening to her excuses. And Sevinx had never been of any help. Maybe they had never intended for Grimlock’s litter and maybe Grimlock was supposed to be born stillborn like all the other pups but he hadn’t been dead and they were stuck with him. Maybe they should have just stopped having sex, the pre-teen had thought on a numerous occasion and this was no exception but he shook those angry, bitter thoughts away. They didn’t matter now. He had found the Plateau and for better or worse he intended to stay.

“Fair enough,” He followed eagerly after Peregrine, in a few bounds coming to a steady pace beside his uncle, grinning at him. The thought of being near puppies was pretty cool, if nothing else. “Ok, ok, I got it, Sarg,” Grimlock conceded and glimpsed around him in thought for a few seconds, attempting to take the landscape in, pausing to sniff at a pine tree just because he wanted to familiarize himself with their scent and though canines were accustomed to sniffing each other’s behinds he didn’t particularly wanted to shove his snout near Peregrine’s rear end. Not today at least. “I’ll apprentice as your scout or whatever you call them here and I’ll baby sit for ‘ya when you want a sexy date night with your lady,” Grimlock waggled his eyebrows at his uncle then and barked a laugh. “But in all seriousness I will baby sit whenever.” Though he was excited to be in the Plateau period and meeting Peregrine’s mate would be a step towards things he was more excited about meeting the ‘four stooges’ of whom he assumed were the little kiddos. “Ha, baby sitter. That just sounds fu-uh-leckin’ wrong.” He caught himself, despite that Peregrine had so graciously dropped the f-bomb not too long ago. He was used to swearing behind his parent’s back but he wasn’t so sure if Peregrine would want him swearing here, either, especially around the babies.