Outside the tent of the master himself, the cries of very, VERY, young child could be heard. Distressed and lost, a small fluffy moth caterpillar was laying on the ground crying. She didn't seem to know where she was or how she got here, but it scared her. For a Higher Being, they could sense a similar energy around her being. (@motherly-moth)
Grimm walked out of the tent to see what the fuss was about. He assumed it was something with Brumm since he was prone to--Oh. Grimm spots the child on the ground and stares for a long while. He snarls for a moment, his whole body heating up. It was her. The one who cast him aside for her moths and the one who forced Grimm into these cycles. He walks up to the grub, seething with anger before stopping and took a breath. Cooling off, the troupe master picked up a child. Grimm was furious with her, sure, but he wouldn’t harm a child. A defenseless grub, nonetheless. @motherly-moth
