So Far From Home -open-

[grimm]

To have been able to escape from his foster mother, his father, and the gang, Grimm was feeling his oats. He trotted through the streets with his head held high. However, before he knew it, the pup ended up standing before the historical building that had the young pup lifting his nose and his fur bristling. Something about this place smelt . . . strange. Of course the building was marked, signaling it belonged to another pack, but the scent was off, causing the 5 month old pup to whimper in the back of his throat. 'Oh no you don't!' Grimm suddenly scolded himself.

Not long ago, Sven had stepped forward and introduced himself as his father. Grimm found out who and what he was, also finding out that there was a piece of him that he should keep secret from other dogs, dogs that could hurt him because he was different. Either way, Sven had told him not to wonder off, and that was exactly what he had done. ''You have wolf blood in your veins,'' Sven had told him. ''It makes you different from the other dogs in the gang, but you are still apart of this gang. Whatever wolves are left out there . . . we don't know if they are friendly.''

His tail tucked slightly between his back legs as the young pup took a tentative step forward toward the building. He knew he shouldn't be here, Sven would tan his hide if he ever found out, but there was a part of him that wanted to know what that strange scent was. "Hello?" he called out, as he slipped under a partly open vertical opening door, tail slightly uncurling from between his legs and triangular audits perking up as he thought he heard something in front of him. Once he saw that nothing was there, he ventured a little further in, pausing every time he thought he heard anything. "Anyone here?" he called out once more, starting to feel stupid for wondering around an abandoned building.

"Grimm Talk"
'Grimm Thought'
"Sven Memory Talk"

[Kat]

It was quite abnormal to find pups wondering about on their own, especially if one knew that they were not a complete orphan and were not without a group to live with. The gang could take care of him, so he had no reason to wander too far, really...

Odd things always caught her attention.

Carrion really didn't have anything else to do. She had been well-rested from the day before, and had eaten some creature she found in the gutter earlier that morning. With her tummy full and her her mood content, she had plenty of time to spare; and she would spend this spared time following what didn't belong in the scene, the little lone pup wandering out of their territory, no mother or father to protect him.

Younger minds were so much easier to influence. She considered approaching him a couple times while trailing behind a good distance, keeping just barely out of sight. She liked to observe, liked to get a feel for those she would talk to, liked to predict their responses and create her own answers to suit their personality better. The best way to appeal was the learn about what was considered appealing, although not much was appealing at first glance with the Siberian Husky. She was lanky, bony, brittle-looking... Her left eye was bloodshot, her pelt looked ragged, her teeth and claws were yellowing badly. She wreaked of death, both metaphorically and literally at times. So she had to come up with other ways to appeal to newcomers, those she would try to control, those she wished to have power over.

As the pup began to call out to the shadows, and Carrion smirked to herself. She shook her head and chuckled to herself, deciding that now would be a good time to make a first impression. While his attention was focused out ahead of him, looking for some invisible figure, the lanky dog darted up to him, closing the longer distance between them. Her sprint turned into a prance as she drew closer, and she wagged her tail and smiled with sharp, yellowing teeth.

"Ho there!!" she barked happily, attempting to keep a friendly appearance to not discourage any conversation with her. Her idea of a friendly smile ended up being more menacing-looking, and her voice was shrill and hoarse. She slowed down to a trot when she was about three meters from the younger dog, and continued, "What's a lil' guy like you doin' wandering out here all alone??"

[grimm]

Hearing a voice coming closer, Grimm's tail tucked slightly between his back legs, at least until he saw who was coming close to him. It was a dog he had seen before, someone Sven had informed him to be careful around, but the name alluded him. At least seeing a fellow gang member gave the little guy a little bit of confidence, enough to bring his tail out from between his back legs and lift himself up to his slight full height.

When the older female drew to a stop, Grimm found he had no answer to her question. He had no good reason to be out there all by himself. "I followed my nose . . . something smelled . . . like it was home to me," he confided in the older female.

Sven had given him no answers, just more questions. All he wanted was answers to the questions that plagued him, so if his nose led him somewhere that could help him, he was going.

[Kat]

Carrion watched as the younger dog seemed to be more comfortable around her, probably recognizing her as another member of the gang. Perfect. She had hoped that he wouldn't be unnerved by her, but the fact that he stood up and seemed to gain more confidence in his posture was greatly encouraging. Perhaps she could make an ally out of him yet, a new young mind to toy with and mold until she was sure that she had him right where she needed him. She was looking out far in the long run, but she considered doing so clever, and tried to calculate every possibility in her future.

"Smelled like home??" asked the Siberian Husky, cocking her head to the side. She paused a second as she offered another smile, before raising her head and breathing in heavily through her nose, taking in the scent of the surrounding area. Nothing really stood out to her... She couldn't fathom why this dirty old place would be important to the puppy, but discouraging him might only chase away his generally open attitude. He hadn't tried to chase her away or run off yet, which was wonderful progress.

"...I cannot smell anything, but... Perhaps you are a very special pup," Carrion suggested, offering another yellow-toothed smile. She noticed that the pup bore an odd resemblance to something familiar and yet not. He did seem to resemble the ancestors, as his their blood coursed through his veins. It was possible; even though they were supposedly extinct, their descendants may have lived on, carrying the lineage and blending in with the other canines.

The stranger she-dog leaned down to be closer to the pup's level, looking him in the eye with her blood-shot and blue ones, "Perhaps you have abilities, strengths that others do not have..."