Okay, I decided to make a normal Grojband story (as in it isn't SUPERNATURAL with the band being wolves and stuff XD). I hope you enjoy!

A small streak of brown darted between an endless pattern of trees. The creature's heartbeat pounded ceaselessly in those delicate ears; her maple brown fur, matted and unkempt, was bristling from fright. She could barely continue dodging the trees, her paws feeling so numb and ragged. Her legs were like toothpicks, barely supporting her weight, and she knew she wouldn't be able to run much longer.

The fresh, familiar scent of the forest quickly thinned. Something more abstract and unusual became the surrounding scent – something the wolf pup was not used to, and then the forest vanished in front of her altogether. In front of her rested a long strip of concrete. Chipped, blistering concrete, and the summer sun glared down mercilessly at it. The wolf pup cupped a paw over her sensitive nose and she squeezed her eyes shut in disgust; it reeked of pollution. It burned her sensitive nose and she could barely tolerate it.

The wolf snapped out of her daze when the faint crunching and rustling of leaves sounded behind her. She whirled around and shoved her ears forward in attention, listening fearfully to the approaching sounds. To add to her frightened state, voices barked above the noises of the forest.

"Where the heck did she get off to? Pups aren't supposed to leave the clan-grounds under any conditions!"

"Salty… I don't know why she sneaks away, but I thought you gave her permission: it happens so often… My apologies. I should have informed you sooner."

"Bite your tongue and walk faster already. We need to catch Fanga before she reaches forbidden territory."

The wolf pup's ears flattened against her head. She stood on the borderline of crossing into stench-filled streets or the lively forest. Fanga always ran off for adventure, and because she failed to keep it discrete enough, she had been chased to the one are she refused to go. It was the human civilization closest to her clan: Peaceville. Now, a decision weighed on her shoulders. She had to choose whether to run into the city, avoiding capture by her clan mates, or receive a high-scaled punishment. She knew punishment was unavoidable – truly, she did – but Fanga didn't want to suffer a consequence. She was just a pup.

So she raced down the blazing sidewalk, ignoring the horrible pollution singing her sensitive nose. I can't get caught. Fanga managed to avert the eyes of nearby people as she ran, and when she felt a pressuring gaze on her nape, she rashly swerved down into an alleyway. I can't, I can't, I can't!

The alleyway, packed with overflowing trash cans and holding not a ray of sunlight, led directly into a dead-end. If someone pursued the pup, she was doomed. Upon this grim awareness, Fanga's instincts pleaded for her to run. She walked thoughtlessly into a foreign place, cornered herself in a filthy alleyway, and she already lost perception on where the forest was. She was alone, surrounded by humans, and had absolutely no idea on what to do.

"Great…" She slouched into a sit, her tongue drooping out of her muzzle and lining with saliva as she heavily panted. "Now what?"

Out of everything, Fanga didn't like the rough texture of the concrete. It felt tough on her paw pads unlike the soft, damp soil of the forest. She regretted the decision already. Why was she out here? She needed to go home.

Even with this change of heart, no adrenaline or sense of adventure flooded the pup's scrawny figure. The alleyway reeked of decaying garbage, her jet black nose flared up from the horrible scents, and her heart matched the speed of a hummingbird's wing. She utterly loathed the environment and wanted nothing more than to return to nature, but she lowered her head in exhaustion. Fanga needed to rest. At least the alleyway had a cold atmosphere unlike the rest of the town, so she stumbled into one of the best options available for a rest.

Then, Fanga froze. Unusual sounds echoed in the distance; they seemed like voices, but she couldn't understand it.

"Whoa! Did you see that?"

"See what?"

They sounded dangerously nearby, too.

"It was like an overgrown rat, and it ran into that alley right there! Maybe it's a mutant! I've always wanted a mutant!"

A groan. "Shut up, Kin."

In total, Fanga heard four distinct sounds, and they gradually strengthened in volume as they approached. Fanga's feared instincts went on a yelling frenzy. Run! Run! RUN!

The wolf pup couldn't run; the abnormal sounds completely paralyzed her in terror. Fanga quickly realized they were humans. Real humans –they would rip at her fur, cut skin, yank her tail: mutilate the poor pup beyond recognition. Fanga believed they would live up to the stories told at her clan, exaggerated tales created to convince pups to stay away from cities, and the wolf pup nearly howled in despair at the possibilities. Were they hunters? Poachers? No matter what, Fanga knew they were bad news.

The bassist rolled her eyes at the scrawny twin, irritated by his incessant ranting about mutated rats for pets. "Maybe there's a mad scientist in the sewers or something! Should we meet him? Ooh, or her? What if it's a girl? Do you think she'd be single?!"

Laney wanted to punch the smile right off his face. "Kin…" the redhead started, a foreboding tone threaded in her voice, "even if there is a mad scientist in the sewers, she'd find a fish more attractive than you."

Kon laughed. "Burn!"

Contributing to Laney's exasperation, Kin continued mumbling nonsense with crazier details. Then, when the four friends strolled by the alleyway's entrance, Kin insisted with evident desperation, "Let's check it out! Please, guys? Pretty please? Pretty please with a mutated rat on top?" Kon took on his twin's expectancy and excitement, and the two gazed up at their band leader with pleading expressions. When Corey shrugged in an uncaring manner, the drummer raced wildly after his twin, storming down the disgusting, rancid alleyway.

Corey and Laney had exchanged a momentary glance. The guitarist and bassist sighed before languidly following Kin and Kon; those two sure loved doing some freaky stuff.

Fanga howled in alarm and fright; it was a screechy, embarrassing, piteous howl that only a pup could create. She spotted two shadows stretching out on the sidewalk outside the alley, and the owners of them had whirled around and bolted into the alley. I'm so doomed!

When Kin and Kon reached Fanga, they held back by a few feet, staring down at the brown ball of fluff. The howl was so pathetic that it sounded like a squeak. "I knew it was a rat!" Kin yelled in glee. He assumed this based on the squeaky howl; he couldn't see Fanga properly in the darkness. Fanga had backed up between two garbage cans, afraid that they'd rip her limb from limb, so that further hid the wolf pup from view. Fanga honestly looked like a rat in some ways in her position.

Corey and Laney stood quite a ways behind the twins, uninterested in the creature they cornered. They didn't want to get involved; it was just a rat.

Why did Fanga run into the city? Any punishment that the Wildflower Clan chieftain could create seemed way better than encountering humans. They slowly diminished the distance between them and her. Closer… closer… ever so closer until Fanga felt certain that her heart would combust. Within the spur of the moment, she came to the conclusion that she had no other choice but to attack. She pounced at the twins, paws outstretched and blunted claws splayed out, and she barked a squeaky battle cry of sorts.

The idle chat between Corey and Laney ended, the two hearing Fanga's screechy bark. Kin and Kon sidestepped out of Fanga's path before she reached them. The twins carried awed expressions; it was such a large rat.

Still being exhausted, Fanga knew she wouldn't land right. When she shot past the twins and collided with sturdy concrete, made an audible thud, rolled for a short moment, and hastily pushed up into a sit. She sat only a foot away from the guitarist and bassist. Corey and Laney stared at Fanga. She stared back. It was an awkward moment.

Laney promptly noticed the fear blaring in the pup's yellow eyes. In the very depth of the alleyway with a lack of light, anyone could mistake Fanga for a rat, but now she came out closer to alleyway's entrance. The canine characteristics became obvious. "Whoa!" Corey shouted, abruptly shattering the uncomfortable silence. "That's a huge rat!" Not so obvious to Corey, apparently.

His voice was loud; acrid scents of trash infested the alleyway; and everywhere Fanga stepped, a section of concrete was musky, unclean, and disgusting on so many levels. Fanga was done and done with humans and their weird living quarters. She wanted to go home.

Laney bent down and placed her hands on her knees, staring calmly into Fanga's horrified eyes. Laney realized how scared the wolf pup was, and she wanted to help. The redhead held out her hand in an offering of friendship; she hoped Fanga would accept.

"What're you doing?"

"Shh!"

Fanga was concerned. Why was she doing that with her hand? What were they saying?

Their situation was strange. Awkward. Weird. Corey didn't know what to do, absentmindedly twiddling his thumbs, and then he noticed Kin and Kon sneaking up on Fanga. He just watched. Laney didn't notice the twins. Kon threw his hand down right when Fanga prepared to step forward, and the tired pup couldn't protest against it.

Oh no, Fanga thought, panicked. That was a distraction, wasn't it? That weird hand thing was just to distract me! She squirmed vainly in Kon's boney hand and couldn't help but whimper uncontrollably.

Laney stood up to her full height, her arms directly down her sides as a glare of pure animosity materialized. Laney steeled herself and took a threatening step forward, causing both of the twins to flinch and cower back.

"What are you doing?!" The outraged girl pried Fanga from Kon's loose grip, almost defensively cradling the wolf in her arms. "You nearly chokedhim!"

Out of the small confrontation, the most uneventful thing Corey's bewildered state. He stood in such an awkward position. Although he was a natural leader, he didn't know what to do.

Laney scolded the keyboardist and drummer a little longer. Finally, Corey spoke up an unspoken question: "What do we do now?" Kin and Kon remained silent. They were afraid to speak up in front of Laney's wrath. Laney opened her mouth and nearly spoke, but then she quickly shut it: she had no idea.

What were they saying? Fanga didn't understand their words; she only could hear the emotions in their tones. Anger, fright… Fanga didn't like it. She was in a human's arms, and now she was really doomed. She thought she was about to die.

"We should take him home or something… you know, take care of him," Corey meekly suggested, shuffling his feet. Laney took his idea into consideration for a moment, still cradling the terrified pup in a motherly manner, before speaking up – very reluctantly, though. "Better than nothing."

Kin regained his confidence enough so he could talk. "I'll take him to my-"

Laney whirled around, glaring at the smaller of the twins. He shrunk down from her gaze: so much anger. "I'm taking him to my house."

Again with the 'him'; Fanga slowly started understanding their language, and she didn't like being called a guy. It was offensive.

"No way do you get to keep him!" Kon complained. "It's not fair!"

"He's better with me than with you guys. You don't know how to take care of a dog."

"Uh… w-well, like you know!"

Corey felt so awkward. Laney was so frustrated. Kin and Kon weren't scared anymore and were ready to argue the day away. Fanga wanted the yelling to just stop. Her ears hurt. Her nose burned. Why did she have to go on adventures all the time? If she just stayed at the clan like she's supposed to, then she wouldn't even be in that dilemma.

"What about we just keep him in the garage?" Corey intervened.

The three Grojband members paused in their debate to consider his idea. Was there any better place? At least there wasn't anything bad about putting Fanga there. "Fine," they replied in sync.

She was going where? What's a garage? If only they thought about releasing her in the forest where she belonged, but no, they had to keep her. Fanga could barely understand them still, though. She just heard 'garage' being stressed in Corey's words and thought something bad would happen. Would they hit her with a garage? Eat her with a garage? What the heck was a garage? Oh, wolf gods, please save me.

I'm pretty sure a majority of my fanfics will have some sort of wolf reference in it. XD WOLVES ARE THE BEST! Hope you enjoyed… and, well, stay tuned in for the next chappie!