The sun had began it’s descent towards the horizon and after a successful scouting trip of sorts, keeping close to the Plateau he had determined that there was a couple rabbit nests teeming with baby life in the nearby area he had made his way back (not that he intended to tell anyone). Grimlock hadn’t strayed far because he wasn’t sure if Peregrine would be ok with him making super long trips or wandering too far away from the Plateau (despite that Grimlock itched to explore further that he had allowed himself). Short of hunting for something to eat and then maybe patrolling a little bit before he hit his den for shut eye the raptor wasn’t …sure what to do with himself. Gale and Whimsy weren’t here to make him wait on their every beck and call and while Grimlock didn’t inherently miss being their servant he …well… missed it.

Wrapped up in his thoughts as he had been the raptor hadn’t even noticed the girl before he was nearly tripping over her; though how the ebony girl went unnoticed was a rather wide mystery he back pedaled suddenly, brow furrowed as he eyed her for a few seconds, confused on how she had gotten there as if she had just sprung into existence there instead of having been there way before Grimlock had sauntered onto the scene. Mind still reeling on how he had missed her — he settled for the conclusion that he was so used to seeing bland black colored wolves that he just didn’t see them anymore he took a few more steps backwards. “Uh hey, sorry for almost tripping over you.” It was the worst apology anywhere but it was the best he could come up with in such short amount of time (since he was still determined that she had just popped into existence).

Grimlock had not noticed the humming, or that, in hindsight, it had been what he had subconsciously been following, following the general direction even when it had faded off into the sounds of the forest, the cries of the songbirds trilling their mating calls (or whatever the purpose of their singing was), the whispering rustle of the leaves of the canopies above, or even the creak of a tree as the earth it was dug into settled. Of course at his approach and the slow awareness that he was not alone in the clearing by nearly tripping over the ebony girl. Seriously, what was with all the ebony wolves on this Plateau? Grimlock couldn’t help but tersely think, annoyed by the fact that there were so many and the fact that in that respect it was like he had not really left Flightless Falcons at all. She jerked awake, her head whipping to face the raptor.

His muttering of an excuse only got him a blank look from the girl and the raptor’s brow furrowed, affronted, the lines of his face tersely displaying his awkward disposition of the whole situation and the fact that he wasn’t sure how she would take his presence. He didn’t know for sure but he gathered that this was Amelie who Blue Willow (I seriously keep trying to type Black Widow, aha) had mentioned. At least, as far as Grimlock aware she was the only female Juvenile in the pack. All the others — Grimlock’s relatives — were too young. “Grimlock,” The raptor offered stiffly realizing that he was definitely horrible with girls that weren’t his family. This absolutely proved it. Other teens might have tried flirting with her but then again, Grimlock wasn’t like ‘other boys’. He was brash, crude and uncouth. A quintessential bad boy and that did not automatically grant him the Eighties movies’ bad boy smoothness. “Grimlock DiSarinno. But, uh, you can call me Grim or Lock, I answer to both so I don’t really care.” The raptor wouldn’t have cared if she called him ‘hey you’.

“You’re Amelie, right?” He blurted out without even bothering to give her the courtesy of introducing herself. “Blue Willow mentioned you a bit.” He explained, in case the chick got the wrong idea and though he was stalking her or something equally as gross and creepy like that.