A/N: I decided to do this chapter a little differently.
Enjoy.
Our story begins with three lonely beowolves walking through the forest.
"I'm bored," Larry said.
"So am I," Mike mumbled in agreement.
"I am too but you don't hear me complaining about it," Marty said. "If you guys are really that bored, then do something about it."
Larry mumbled before thinking of something. "Hey, I have an idea. You know how Floyd decided to be an idiot and attract all of the huntsmen's attention to the south?"
"Yeah… wanna watch the idiot get killed?" Mike asked.
"Better, that means the north should be empty. You wanna go there and devour the flesh of some innocent humans?"
"You always have the best ideas Larry." The other two beowolves howled in agreement and went on the hunt. They trekked through the forest and stopped at the first house they saw.
"Over there, there's a bunch of blonde girls over there," Marty pointed out.
"Should we roar and scare them now or sneak up close?" Mike asked.
"Sneak up close, its more fun to see their reactions up close," Larry said.
"Hey, when they spot us, should we all roar at the same time? That'll surely scare them."
"I like that idea Mike."
The trio creatures of Grimm snuck as close as they could to the humans. Soon one of the younger ones spotted them and screamed, prompting the rest to turn their attention to the Grimm. No sooner had they all looked, the trio roared. The combined effort sent shivers down their spines.
"Ha! Can you feel the fear from them?!" Larry shouted, his Grimm speak sounding like growls and snarls to the humans.
"It's intoxicating!" Marty replied.
"All the more tasty they will be!" Mike agreed.
The Grimm slowly approached, enjoying the fear dwelling from the humans. The oldest female made sure the younger ones were inside first before closing the door. But the trio charged and burst it down before she could get far, taking glee as the crying female tried to crawl away from them.
"Can I kill her first? Please?" Mike asked as they all slowly crept closer.
"Nah, let Larry have the first kill, this was his idea," Marty said.
"Thank guys," Larry brought up the rear. "Now lets-" CRUNCH "GAH!"
Mike and Marty quickly turned around to their screaming friend.
"Get it off!" He shouted as he thrashed wildly. "Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" As he thrashed, Mike and Marty could see a yellow dog biting his tail, growling as it refused to let go.
"Ha!" Mike laughed as he walked over to them. "That little thing is giving you trouble? That thing couldn't even-" CRUNCH When he got close enough, the dog let go of Larry's tail and bit down on one of Mike's claw.
Now you see, the average dog bite is measured to be around 300 psi. But thanks to aura, Jaune was able to bite down much, much, much hard.
Basically it hurt like hell.
"Pull it off! Pull it off!" Mike screamed as he waved his arm wildly.
"I got you!" Marty then grabbed Jaune and pulled. It was a struggle, but he eventually succeeded in throwing the dog outside, but with a side effect.
"Damn thing actually tore my claw off!" Mike screamed at his stump of a hand. "Forget the humans, that little puffball needs to die, painfully!"
The three Grim rushed outside and surrounded the dog before he could recover.
"Ha, look! He's so scared his legs are shaking!" Larry taunted the dog.
"Not so tough now, are ya?!" Mike joined in.
"Alright. Three… two… ONE!" On cue, they all leapt towards their prey. Jaune dodged at the last moment, cause the Grimm trio to smash their heads against one another. Larry got up, but his friends well still in a dizzy stumper.
"Idiots," he muttered. He then saw the dog. They made eye contact before the dog turned face and ran. "I'm going to swallow you whole!"
Larry chased him behind the shed, the dog being the only thing he focused on… which is how he didn't notice the shovel until he stepped on it, causing the handle to shoot up and hit his nose.
"*hiss* ahhhhh," Larry moaned as he held his nose for a moment. "Alright you little-" CRUNCH He really should have seen that coming. "GAAAAH! It's on my nose! It's on my nose! Help!"
"Don't worry, we'll help ya!" Mike shouted as he and Marty regained their senses and charged in. Larry's thrashing eventually was too much and the dog went flying off. Too bad it was right when Marty and Mike swung at him.
"Ha, we got him! Are you ok Larry?" Marty asked, but go no response. "Larr-... Oh." He and Mike turned and saw larry's headless body slump to the ground. "Whoops."
"Good job Marty," Mike complemented sarcastically.
"Excuse me, you're just as guilty as I am!"
"I hit him with my stump arm, you hit him with your claw."
"Oh… I guess that is my bad."
The heard growling to their side and saw the dog standing on top of Larry's heard. But it wasn't the dog that scared them. Behind it was the house and they could see another figure exit through the door.
"Hey isn't that one huntsman that wiped out Sarah's entire pack in like two minutes?"
"(gulp) ...y-yes..."
The huntsman drew his sword. Marty and Mike decided that they liked living and ran away.
As soon as the Grimm retreated, Nicholas Arc holstered his shield.
"Jaune, come back here" he called out to his son-now dog, who was barking furiously while running to the woods. Not that he didn't trust Jaune could look after himself in this state. The dead Grimm was proof of that, but he didn't know if it was just those two left. If there were more, it would spell trouble. "I can hunt them down, I need someone to protect the girls while I do so."
As soon as he said 'protect,', Jaune stopped and did a 180 back to the house, giving a bark of confirmation as he passed.
Nicholas spent more than ten minutes searching, but the Grimm were long gone without trace. He figured they learned not to come back again.
When he got back to his home, he was quickly met with the sight of Jaune holding on to Jessica.
"I'm told you I'm fine Jaune, you can let go now!" She chuckled as Jaune just hugged her tighter.
Nicholas smirked and shook his head. He had doubts before, but he was sure Jaune would be ok at Beacon.
A/N: Next chapter will start Jaune's time at Beacon.