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 raptorchildteen 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.