crate walls, a gaping mark deep in his leg.
  “Yeah… Just like I thought…” Gasped Grimm, starting to get back up slowly, injured leg shaking. “You’re fast…”
  Adrian smirked, running up and head butting Grimm’s side, winding the young dog and knocking him into the wall again. The stronger brother kept up his assault before Grimm finally realized it: Adrian was just toying with him. When Adrian charged again, he rolled towards him this time, tripping him up.
  Grimm tried to make a dash for the hole in the crates he had come from, but Adrian bit his tail and dragged him back. “Oh come on brother, stay awhile why don’t you?” He snarled around Grimm’s tail. Grimm yelped, trying to kick his aggressive brother off, the latter standing and ready to finish Grimm off.
  Before either of them could make another move, Adrian was suddenly bowled over by something nearly twice his size, black furred and powerful. It was growling, and began to wrestle and bite at him, Adrian fighting back with all he had. Grimm slowly sat up, watching it happen, wondering who had just defended him.
  “Grimm, come on!” The young canine heard from the door behind the crates. He looked over and could see Einstein pressed up as much as he could get to see him, and he nodded. He limped over, luckily not being far, and began to push himself out, being helped by the big canine. From outside they could hear the fight, which went on for a few moments before it eased into silence.
  Grimm heard a voice from inside, “Now get outta here, I don’ want to see you messin’ with another one of Dodger’s boyos again.” It growled. Soon they saw the speaker push his way out like Grimm had done awhile ago, grunting due to his slightly larger size. Past him, they could see inside where Adrian was crawling out of the hole Grimm had come, shooting hate-filled glares at the intruder as he vanished.
  “Adrian…” Grimm whispered, ears drooped.
  “Buddy of yours boy?” The newcomer spoke. Grimm looked at him, seeing he was a Beauceron, a pretty big guy, and he noted a weird accent on him.
  “Brother. It’s a long story.”
  “Darn shame eh?” The canine sat in front of him. “Can’t help it when a siblin’ decides to be a bully, y’know what I mean?”
  “Yeah… Not to be rude, since you saved me and all, but who are you?” Grimm said shyly.
  “Name’s Draken,” the other dog offered his paw to shake, “but you can call me Drake, most do. Who’re you?”
  “Grimm. Good to meet you.” Grimm shook the offered paw. I think…
  Drake glanced back at the hole he had come from before looking back at Grimm. “That was too close a call for ya lil’ guy. Ya need help.”
  “Help?” Repeated Grimm, looking curious.
  “Yeah man. Need to get strong, tough, be able to fight your fights and win them.” Drake nodded back where they had come. “I can’t stand bullies myself, and since ya know Dodger I don’t mind helpin’ ya out there.”
  Grimm seemed interested, so he continued, “Dodger is a bit like a broda’ to me, offered me to stay with his gang before you. It’ll be like a double favor, Dodger for the hospitality, and me for my conscience so I don’t leave ya undefended.”
  “You think you could get him up to match his brother?” Einstein asked. Drake grinned at him.
  “As sure as I know I’m from Boston!”

  Adrian limped through the warehouse, easily following passageways he memorized back to his den so he could hide away, to eat, rest, and relax. He almost had Grimm, he was so close. He knew Grimm would be wary now, so he had to be cleverer in how he handled him. He heard muffled voices through the wall of his den, and frowned. He wished he could hear them, but he didn’t really care. He had plans of vengeance to make.