monster, monster, under my bed

As his eyes focused in the shadow of the obelisk, Grimshaw really saw how small the man was. He didn't look too familiar, and he was certain he'd recognize a smaller man with a blatant marking smacked across their face. They didn't seem to mind him dropping the canid that wasn't much smaller and soon he sat next to Satoru. Grabbing the knife from his bracers, he began removing the pelt as the man spoke, carefully cutting around the wrists and flipping the animal to slice open it's torso. He didn't even consider the thoughts or feelings of the other man, he just wanted the funky blue pelt.

He paused only to look up at the streaks of blue above them, the same ominous lights from before that reminded him so much of fireflies. He learned from before however that they were hardly that at all. They had passed through his body, even, disappeared from plain sight, and up close hardly look like a bug at all. At most a little glowing... orb, maybe. He didn't know, but the man was right. It did make the stars look even more beautiful that normal. With the bright purple and blue glow of the large moon, it made for a gorgeous night every night this season. It didn't get old and part of him hoped it wouldn't end. As long as everything remained harmless, however.

When asked his opinion, Grimshaw looked down from the sky and at the smaller man only briefly before looking off before them where a collection of the blue glowing lights had gathered, hovering around and illuminating the plains around them and the obelisk. Grimshaw wondered if hunting one of their own brought this upon them, or if it was related in any way at all. "I don't know. They're beautiful, and so far they seem harmless... but, why all of a sudden?" He asked, his voice deep for his age, although he looked much older from his sheer size.