“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.