There is a room that's full of toys.

Dove scuttled out of the way, eyeing Grimm as one might an approaching leper. The Delta came to an abrupt halt. Her opinion of the newcomer was formed and filed away in less than two seconds. She was very obviously pretty, with pristine, blatantly groomed fur and pale, almost pearly eyes. A cutesy, girly preener.

Grimm leered unattractively at her, and made a move to enter Dove's personal space to give her a good sniff. "Nope! Just hangin' out - saw you, didn't recognize you, thought you might be one of those insane visitors we've been fighting off lately.." A lie coming from Grimm, though others in the pack - unbeknownst to her - had encountered dogs. "What's your name?" Grimm asked. Probably something totally lame.