At least, that’s how it seemed for most of the day, another trek back to his home in the broken buildings, until a large paw slammed in front of his twitching snout. Now, perhaps, as an attuned living primarily in his animal shift, Granger would be more aware of his surroundings. Perhaps, if he was more aware of his surroundings, he wouldn’t let out the ungodly squeak that accompanied the initial terror of seeing something so large land in front of him and make a swipe in his general direction. His heart was too small to handle such a scare.
Of course hunters above him in the food chain posed a threat on the day to day, but as he peered his furry head back, ears twitching with the sound of wings and a tail whipping across the grains he ran through, Granger wasn’t sure what to make of the creature above him. But it was much bigger than him, had a beak like owls he often fended off, and paws like the feral cats he ran into, and that’s really all the information he needed to know. With some reluctance but more concern for his well being at the moment, the small mouse form he’s so accustomed to begins to stretch upwards, slowly taking the form of a small boy. With unruly hair and clothes a size too small, fraying at the edges, the large mouse ears are the last to meld into ears that are still too large for the young man's head.
”Hey! Stop that, I’m not food, go pick on someone your own size you dumb creature!” Granger spat out, falling backwards from the gryphlet that once towered over him. Unused to his human form, he lands flat on his backside with a grunt and pointed glare at the small animal.
