grym was settling in rather nicely to bloodclan despite only a few of the members being old enough to remember her former home before it went downhill and turned into the dominion or whatever. the gruff hyena looked out over the landscape and rolled her eyes. the sentiment she held for her family wherever they were was harsh, but she didn't let it get in the way of performing her duties as a loyal member to her current home. grym was just glad that starka and aesa were dead, the fuckers deserved everything that happened to them. the blue electricity was just a distant memory, the empire her father lead now dead and gone.. just like scarclan. grym sighed and walked towards the general meeting area of the clan, determined to at least make a few acquaintances. she often wondered if anyone from scarclan, especially breakdance, were still alive. probably not, but that was to be expected. no one really stayed around forever in this cruel and unforgiving world. "meet 'n greet, fer those of y'who want t'talk." her voice was a bit raspy and harsh, but she let it slide.