Hey people! Just a little idea that I came up with a few days ago that I figured I'd just throw into the collection. Like I said last time, this is 'cannon' but can be placed anywhere in the timeline in which the events are appropriate. But if you want to know Exactly when I intended for this to take place, this takes place between chapters 4 and 5 of Broken Wings.

Oh and real quick, Raging Archon if you are reading, Wrath is a frost Death Knight. Rotsmasher is really just a comic relief more or less. Death Knights, in the past, were able to summon a ghoul regardless of their spec, so I imagine that the ability is still present, hence the presence of Rotsmasher. If you want to give it a current reason though I guess you could always say that its a smaller version of Army of the Dead.

Also ww1990ww I suppose Cho could appear at one point or another. Probably will actually, seeing as how he and Blake would probably get along oh so well. But yes, he very well might!

Dogs and Cats

"Just pet him." Wrath exclaimed, dressed in his usual black and purple armor, as he held up a small dog to Ruby's bunk, where a mound of covers was wrapped around a lithe form, which was doing it's very best to stay completely still.

"No." The mound of covers answered back after a few uncomfortable seconds of silence, prompting the man holding the dog to roll his eyes before lifting the dog closer to the mound, only for it to shuffle away quickly as piercing amber eyes appeared from the mess of sheets.

"Do it." He ordered in a more authoritative tone, though the humor in his voice was not lost, and neither was the smirk.

"No Wrath." The mound replied, finally uncovering itself to reveal Blake's head, though the rest of her body was still wrapped up in the blanket, her hands around the edge of the fabric, ready to pull the cloth back over her head should the need arise.

"Oh come on, he won't bite." Wrath said, holding up the dog once more, causing Blake to shrink back into her covers, silently cursing at how stiff her school uniform was at times.

"And if he does?"

"I'll say sorry?" He laughed, tossing the dog over to a creature that had been standing next to Wrath; a creature that could only be described as a walking corpse, though it's face seemed almost capable of expression, if the smile that it attempted when the dog landed in it's arms was anything to go off of.

"No."

"How can you look at him and say that?" Wrath pointed to the dog, Zwei, who was happily yipping as the strange undead creature stroked his back, the latter of the two giving grunts of glee at the creature in it's arms. "Even Rotsmasher likes him!"

"'Rotsmasher' is a zombie!" Blake hissed, pointing an accusing finger at the creature from her blanket cocoon. How Wrath had even snuck an undead monster into the dorms, or a nearby corpse to raise for that matter, was beyond her, but at the moment her only concern was the dog that the zombie was cuddling affectionately.

"Ghoul technically."

"I'm not petting him Wrath!" Blake insisted, her head popping forth once more. Wrath almost laughed at this. "I don't care what you say; I'm not coming down from here."

"Spoil-sport." Blake jabbed a finger in the direction of her ears, causing Wrath to roll his eyes as he took Zwei from Rotsmasher, hoisting the dog in his arms once more. "Oh don't use that excuse!"

"No no, I think I will." Blake retorted, backing away from the edge of the bed once more when Wrath decided to lift Zwei closer to her, the small canine barking in delight when he saw Blake once more.

"Pat the dog Blake." Wrath ordered, all while Zwei continued to yip in Blake's face, causing her to shrink into her blankets further like a lioness retreating further into it's cave, attempting to hide herself from the beowolf that stalked her from the mouth of her cave.

The beowolf just happened to be 15 pounds. Same thing.

"No!"

"Yes."

"Your worse than Ruby with this! It's not even your dog!" Blake exclaimed, remembered how Ruby had tried almost the exact same tactic on her when Zwei had first 'arrived', to equal success.

"Yeah, but I'm having fun, so I don't see the issue." Wrath said with his usual smirk. The same smirk that Blake knew meant that Wrath thought that he won. The same smirk that was smug as anything.

The same smirk that painted a huge target on his face.

With speed that Wrath was not quite expecting, Blake unraveled herself from her shield, hurling a pillow at Wrath's head with a satisfying thumping sound along with a grunt of surprise from Wrath, before diving back under her cover cocoon.

It took only a few seconds for Wrath to recover from the sudden and unexpected blow, shaking his head like a dog in an attempt to shake off the dazed sensation Blake forced upon him. "Oh so we're being mature now are we? Well two can play at that game."

Moments later Blake felt something shift around next to her, and before she could stop him, Wrath ripped the blankets away from Blake's face, before thrusting Zwei forward towards her, stopping only an inch from her face.

Then she felt it. A wet tongue rubbed against her nose.

The dog had licked her.

"See? That wasn't so-..."

The cafeteria was rather crowded when Wrath stumbled dizzily into the lunch room, leaning against the wall for support with every step he took. Multiple students stared at him in astonishment as he limped by, though none chose to comment or assist the elf, preferring instead to go about with their own business.

After nearly a good minute and a half of struggling, Wrath finally reached the usual table for the combined group of teams RWBY and JNPR, sitting across from Jaune with a pained grunt.

"Woah.. What happened to your armor? It's all scratched up!" Jaune exclaimed when Wrath finally settled into his chair, earning a glare from the dark knight in response, almost all the humor from his face previously present now gone.

"Thank you Jaune, I can see that." Wrath growled before letting his shoulders slump, the energy already beaten out of him by some unknown force. An unknown force that Yang was all too happy to guess as to it's identity.

"What happened though? You lose a fight with an Ursa Major or something?" Yang asked with a snicker, causing Ruby and and Nora to laugh along with her. Ruby understood quickly, but Yang was pretty sure that Nora just wanted an excuse to laugh.

"What the Fel is an Ursa?" The death knight asked, tilting his hood covered head towards Yang, only for Pyrrha to beat Yang to it, knowing the blonde would only attempt to prolong the elf's suffering.

"Long story." Pyrrha shrugged, deciding that Wrath's mood was a foul one, and that attempting to explain the Grimm to him would be a losing battle at the moment.

"Bear-ly!" Yang blurted out with a smile, glancing around the table to meet a mix of giggles, apathetic faces, and a glare from Wrath. Her smile dimmed when she saw only her sister and Jaune were laughing, with the rest rather unimpressed. "Eh? Eh?... Oh come on!"

A few minutes of casual conversation later Blake finally arrived, dressed in her normal school attire with a tray of food in her hands, wordlessly planting herself next to Yang with her usual smile plastering her features, though her hair seemed to be slightly out of order, sticking out in random places. Like she had recently been in a brawl. Or just a slaughter.

"Hey there kitty-cat." Yang grinned, taking it upon herself to reach over and brush a few of the loose strands of Blake's hair down with her hand. "Say do you know what happened to Wrath?"

"Oh him?" Blake casted a careless glance in Wrath's direction where he and Weiss had gotten into a glaring contest over something that Blake was not going to bother learning. They would be over it by days end. "He just learned that dogs and cats don't get along very well."

Yang and Blake shared a silent high five.

Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!