stretching our legs

When his mother Widow, had disappeared, Gru had been more than a little worried. However, when the pup had learned that she and Terror were missing… well, the young boy had practically been beside himself. A kernel of fear had embedded itself in his stomach and, as the days pass, it festered and grew until the young pup could hardly eat because he didn’t know where his other half was. Trying his best to keep his tortured mind occupied, the normal fat, now growing lean pup, is out in the grassy Dancefloor… hunting.

Well, maybe not properly hunting but the boy is determined to catch something. Nose is in the grass, sniffing and snorting as he tries to find the different scents and pull out one that he recognizes. However, as he searching for something to hunt, he finds instead, a scent he hasn’t smelled in weeks. Eyes widen in surprise as his head shoots up, excitement, worry, and a need to know swirling in his chest as Gruesome rockets forward, racing across the space that separates him from his once missing mother.

Pale blues find her walking ahead of him and the little ball of frantic energy barrels up from behind her to slam forcefully into one of her back leg. His own, shorter legs immediately snap around Widow’s appendage as the pup bear hugs her, not intending to trip her up but possibly doing just that in the process. As he hugs the absolute shit out of her leg as the boy practically shouts, “MOM! Where were you? Is Terror okay?! Please tell me Rory is okay. I couldn’t find him!” Anxiety tints his voice as he questions her, not relinquishing his hold until he is absolutely certain she isn’t going to disappear again.


"Gruesome Nightwing"