Firefly Glen frankie goes to hollywood

Gonna be extremely vague about what he has goin' on right now, but I was ready for our thread already lol

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Though incurious by nature, there was hardly ever a time when the scent of blood did not attract Grievous’ (mostly) unwanted attention. As a lone wolf, scavenging had proven its worth on many occasions, and even if the situation didn’t pan out as he intended, there was always the chance he could wind up with a free meal. Even when he wasn’t particularly hungry— like now— he saw no harm in finding the source, perhaps to save it for later. For you see, without the support of a pack, he thought only of his meals; the last one, the next one, what plan there was to get one. And if the lofty mountain ghoul wasn’t thinking about his stomach, then he likely wasn’t thinking about very much at all. He was also pragmatic, which meant that he’d rather work smarter than work harder, which had in turn molded itself into an affinity for things that were already dead.

Easy pickings, as he liked to call them.

But what he came across was not some carcass left behind by some careless predator. It was a fresh meal, enough for only one, and set protectively between the massive paws of a... she-wolf? Grievous had to look twice. She was nearly his size, if not broader, and her earth-laden pelt made her seem disjointed in the shadows, where she blended slightly with the soil and shaded tree trunks. The titan knew immediately that he would not risk injury for such a meager prize, but he hesitated to take his leave, interested somewhat in the bearwolf that reminded him greatly of the women from the Blacksea. He hung back neutrally, making it clear that he had no intention to accost her.

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