Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20161011182751/@comment-5494158-20161108212114

Beryl looked over to Suno briefly, the wolf-like ears on top of her head folding down slightly after catching a glimpse of how many attempts he had made to get into the broken down house; at least, judging by the damage to the steps, anyways.

"We've found a Grimm, Suno." The young faunus quickly explained, not wanting to take her eyes off the creature for too long, "But it's one we've never seen before." As she turned her head to focus back on it, the small creature quickly scuttled behind the gravestone it had previously pressed its back up to. Climbing up the opposite side, the Grimm would seem to poke its head up over the top of the grave, with its tiny claws having something of a death grip on the top's edges. Its breathing would seem to grow louder and heavier, the increased rate showcasing its apparent nervousness as its eyes constantly go back and forth between the hunters and huntresses present. All of this left Shula a bit dumbfounded in a way, as she couldn't help but scratch her head while looking it over.

"Yeesh...panicky little guy, isn't he?" Shula muttered a bit while observing it. The Grimm itself seemed almost reluctant to attack, to say the least. If anything, it looked more like it was hyperventilating from the situation it was currently in.