Send 🐻 to find my muse caught in a bear trap! (Accepting!)
As a child, Grim’s parents always told him not to go into the mountains, because they were dangerous. Of course, now he was an adult, and he had a job keeping guests safe, which would include young, foolish children who’d wander towards the mysterious trail.
So in chasing a few children back to the main park area, Grim landed for just a brief moment before he felt something snap into his leg. The dragon let out a yelp in pain, one that probably echoed into the park no doubt. He looked down to see what bit his foot, and saw a bear trap. That wasn’t too bad, at least, it could have been worse, but he couldn’t reset it with just his tail, although that wouldn’t stop him from trying. Grim looked around the area, worried about possible dragon hunters or scale poachers nearby. He knew he’d have to get out quickly before any came by, but he couldn’t reach with his hand, and he needed to pull this thing open.
Eventually, Grim tried with his teeth, but all that ended up doing was peeling off some damaged scales, and get some of his blood on his snout.