No one is a total fool
Shifting, he does his part of playing guard, running alongside the wagon the entire way back. He raises an eyebrow to see the other cat, making note of the dripping lava and quiet villainy she wears with a respectable level of caution. The trip is slower this time, but at least he doesn't have any weight on his shoulders. Still, the sun beats down on them, and his fur doesn't just look damp by the time they're trotting back onto the farm.
When Colt pulls the wagon to a stop, he shakes off some of the sweat and shifts, his hair damp where it hangs wild around his neck. He stands with arms crossed, waiting for the Dream Cacti to be released so he can leave, but the Ancient appears to have other ideas. Grimm grunts, not giving his assent, but not rejecting the idea as he steps closer. He finally grabs a container of goods for himself, eyes staying on the thieves for any antics they may try.
Grimm gathers what he's owed and makes sure no one acts up while the women have their fun.
When Colt pulls the wagon to a stop, he shakes off some of the sweat and shifts, his hair damp where it hangs wild around his neck. He stands with arms crossed, waiting for the Dream Cacti to be released so he can leave, but the Ancient appears to have other ideas. Grimm grunts, not giving his assent, but not rejecting the idea as he steps closer. He finally grabs a container of goods for himself, eyes staying on the thieves for any antics they may try.
Grimm gathers what he's owed and makes sure no one acts up while the women have their fun.
Grimm
if he knows when to hold his tongue
