Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Grimlock was impressed with the girl’s zeal, though it came as no real surprise because she was a puppy, and pups were full of unspent, burning energy. He still retained much of it himself though it was a little more focused, the older he got, he found. She screamed, quite literally at the top of her lungs, for Grimlock to throw the stick he’d found and then raced after it once it went sailing through the air. There was a sharp crack as the stick split under her weight when she pounced upon it and she returned with the larger half of it and dropped it at his paws. He glimpsed down at it, wet with saliva and blood and he peered at Junior, concerned and then looked to Peregrine, hesitant. “It has blood on it,” The claim proven when some of her pink spittle clashed against the white of his chest. “You’re bleeding Junior.” The game was on pause until Grimlock knew whether Peregrine thought it was something to be concerned about or not.

In a way, he couldn’t blame Junior’s will to ignore it and keep playing — he would have done the same thing if their situations were reversed. The difference was, as Grimlock saw it, that he could tell the difference between serious and not serious and considering she was still little he didn’t exactly trust her judgment; so he turned to her father and his uncle to see what he thought ignoring Junior’s demand for the time being.