There is a room that's full of toys.

The fall-out was still to come. She could sense it. Grimm had kept to herself, steering well clear of the Caldera until hunger drove her home to root around in the caches, which she then felt obligated to refill.

It was on such a trip into the grassy flats in search of a trail that Grimm spotted a small, white wolf that she hadn't seen before. Its presence raised her hackles, but a trespassing wolf would not be just hangin' as Dove seemed to be. Unless they were insane.

Keeping that in mind, Grimm emerged from the trees, white hind-leg bright against the backdrop of leafy shadows. "Hey gurl!" she yelled, approaching at a gentle canter. If this wolf was in fact a psychotic lunatic, she would want the momentum. "How's it goin'?"