Grove searched for someone to...inhabite. He felt weak already, it had only been 2 days since he had disposed of Tot's use, but already he felt numb. He needed a body. Luckily, with everything in motion, it wouldn't be long until the two would finally realize the legends were true. Feuiya already knew. He could tell. He had eavesdropped on them the day before where Basil, as they called him, was telling the legend of Grove. Every second, Feuiya would look around nervously, and her tail had flicked uncomftarbly, when Basil had laughed and said he wasn't real. He wondered where Mendax had run off too, seeing as he wasn't there... Finally Grove had spotted him. A dark gray, old grumpy cat. No one would miss him, surely. People even tended to avoid him whenever they heard him coming. This was going to be almost too easy. Grove had lured him away, by saying that there were free walkers in the alleyway. He couldn't come up with much else, it had been 245, no 246, years since he had seen the outside world. It was quick and easy, silent as a mouse. Grove/Jerry, he belived his name was, quickly stumbled out of the alleyway and decided it was finally time to pay a proper visit to the two destined ones... (Sorry the chapter is so short, it's mainly just a filler since the next one might take a bit)
