Who: Karr, OT Logan What: Karr's moving and wants to bring the old man along When: Afternoon of Thursday the 6th, after this Where: Haven woods Warnings: There will be language, possible feral grr, and... sadness Karr was too excited for words, he was getting the hell out of here and bumming along with that foxy blue skinned redhead who wasn't afraid to play rough. Granted, he could have done without the rough ball play he'd received, but that was beside the point. She was clearly looking for a fight, and Karr was aching to get into some trouble. He was sure she was going to be into some fun things, and he wanted a piece of that action. He had been given until dawn, uuuuugh dawn, to get his shit together and leave with her. He was ready.
The Southern feral had never had a lot of things, he was quite accustomed to living out of a duffel bag and he had yet to kick that habit, even in the Haven. So it was only a matter of stuffing his stray and dirty clothing back into the bag and he was ready to go. Ready except for one little detail. There was one other person in this boring as all fuck place that got him, that understood fun and that had his back, and he wanted to make sure Logan was in on the fun.
The woods outside the Haven were the best place to find the Canadian, Karr had found. Logan was usually patrolling along the wall, cleaning out trees and anything else which might get in the way of security... and avoiding the larger chunk of mutants at the Haven. They were both cut from the same cloth, grumpy ferals and neither expected the other to pretend to be pleasant or cheery. Hanging out with Logan was a great change. He could be gruff and insulting and smack at the old guy. The teen was reluctant to move on without the surly old fart, so he planned to drag him off with him, or at least try to.
He neared Logan's scent, breaking into a fangy smirk as he crept quietly towards where he thought the older feral was. He was hoping to sneak up on the guy, getting the jump on his old man could show that he really was an equal, just as talented. Too bad Logan had much better senses than Karr did, did not mean that the bullheaded teen was not going to give it his best. He slank through the trees, crouched low as his big army boots crunched the earth quietly. He crouched behind a bush, sniffing at the air to try and locate the elder.