Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Sheepishly Grimlock shuffled his mud painted paws in the dirt, avoiding looking at Peregrine when his uncle confirmed that it appeared that both Junior and him had a penchant for making one another bleed. There was a moment, when Peregrine spoke grimly after peering in the girl’s mouth Grimlock felt his heart skip a beat and then accelerate rapidly within it’s prison of flesh and bone, pupils blowing wide in his irises as he steeled himself for bad news. A second later he confirmed that she would live and then cracked a grin. Grimlock’s ear twitched, brows furrowing in confusion having expected there to be some kind of torrent of blood before he sighed in relief, shoulders sagging as the tension released from them. He was nervous because he really didn’t want to hurt Junior and because he was new to the caretaker thing and really, really didn’t want to mess up. In no time, what literally felt like a second after Peregrine had vacated their space Junior was back on her feet, demanding that he toss the stick for her to fetch again. The raptor bent his head, lips parting as he grasped the stick, wet with Junior’s blood and saliva, now mixed with his own in his grip and tossed it once more for the girl with a whip of his head.