A Day In The Life Of Grimm
Returning shortly before dawn, Grimm took advantage of the den that he let the two humans use as well. It wasn't his only den, but it was secure. And in these winter months, it was by far the warmest.
Curling up by the door to the outside, Grimm extended one limb across the entryway. If something tried to enter, he would be alerted immediately. It's not like anything stepping on him would hurt, and any human that dared enter his den wouldn't see him coming before he killed the trespasser.
Or maybe just horribly maimed. He wasn't quite sure on that point. Was he just not allowed to kill humans for food; or was he not allowed to kill them at all? It seemed stupid to not be able to defend his den, but not-human had been very insistent that he not eat people.
The other perk to this spot was that if the loud human, the only one his non-human allowed to enter through Grimm's entrance, tried to enter through this door, he always tripped over Grimm. Always. And Grimm found the noises and faces he made amusing.
As he drifted off to sleep in a patch of sunlight, he considered trying to figure out the not-human's noisemaker. How convenient, to be able to wake up at any sun-position you wanted. But this was the first time he'd been able to sleep before noon in a long time, so he dismissed it. The not-human would be angry if he accidentally broke it, anyhow.
Not that he was afraid of the not-human. Or that the not-human was in charge of him. The not-human had simply shown no fear when explaining what would happen if Grimm hunted the humans nearby, especially the not-human's littermate and loud human. Grimm respected that...
When Grimm awoke, his spot had long passed out of the light, and the extra heat had long since dissipated. Snorting as he rose to his feet, he gazed idly out the window. He didn't want to go out to the rest of the den; the littermate's bird had taken issue to him last time, and it aimed for the eyes.
It had been a while since he'd gone up to the loud human's den, though.
Scrambling up the trellis, Grimm slid the door open just slightly and sniffed. The loud one's scent was faint, as was the smelly one's. Though the smelly one's scent had become less pungent as of late. Which was good--it always seemed to linger in Grimm's den for hours after the smelly one left.
Pushing the door open fully, Grimm carried the chair inside. Something new to do with it...something new...
Grinning a bit to himself, Grimm carried the chair to the center of the loud human's personal den. Experimenting with the cloth, he eventually discarded them. There was just no way to make it look like a body, so he just set the chair standing in the loud human's...bed, that was the word. Bed.
Task complete, Grimm left the loud human's den, only to be faced with a new problem. The one downside with making his den among the humans was the lack of food. He could sneak into a human's cold box, but Grimm was no one's pet. He hunted for his food. Plenty of birds, but he was tired of those. And while he had just eaten two days ago and could go a few more without, he was hungry now.
A sudden noise caught his attention, and Grimm groaned. Not one of those stupid rat things humans called dogs. Real dogs were vicious, strong, and had teeth. A troll Grimm's size had to be wary of dogs; stories were still told of when humans hunted trolls with dogs. But those rat-things were just annoying. Yipping at everything that crossed its path as if it were an actual threat. What sort of idiotic prey announced its location to the world? They deserved what was coming to them, once they were caught.
An idea turned over in his mind. The not-human said no eating people. Or the littermate's bird. And though the rat-things were annoying and loud, they were fast. Some thought they could even fight. They might not be the most difficult creatures to hunt...but it would count as a hunt.
It took Grimm a few tries to find the proper den. He didn't pay much attention to the human dens, and so had little knowledge of those not his or the loud human's. The first den he found with a rat-thing also had humans walking about. Grimm didn't want to be interrupted.
The second was about the same. He didn't see a grown human, but a little one was there with the rat-thing. No luck there.
The third, though. No lights. No human sounds. Slipping sideways, Grimm passed inside the den. No fresh human smells, either.
It only took a moment for the rat-thing to scent him, and true to form it started barking. This one even took a few steps towards Grimm, as if it could intimidate him.
Grimm stared it down.
The rat-thing hesitated.
Grimm took a step forward.
The rat-thing took a step back.
Grimm grinned, showing all his teeth.
The rat-thing ran.
Once satisfied, Grimm returned to his den. He had used more energy than he had expected with his ventures. Curling back up in his usual spot in the den, he slept, sated, headless of the red stains he left on the not-human's fuzzy floor.