He was working of conjecture for the most part, knowing she was in the tunnels, having watched her slip in almost a moon ago. He had slipped himself into the ranks of Summerclan only days later if only to have easier access to her. Now, now it was finally starting to pay off towards something. The slim tom paused at a hidden tunnel entrance towards the edge of Summerclan territory, found by some sly questioning and playful 'adventures' with his new 'clanmates'. Slipping in had him feeling immediately claustrophobic, not a tome who enjoyed tight spaces but he was gleefully hoping it would be worth it.

Though he realized a problem in that the tunnels expanded miles and he had no idea where Natalia was in them. Though her scent was no where near this entrance so he knew she probably never went down that way and headed in deeper. Ready to begin searching.

[ omg. Can Grendel be her dad? Uncle? Older brother from a couple litters before her? ]

Grendel slipped through the tunnels soundlessly, until his pace slowed to a crawl, now able to hear the sounds of her moving around. As he stalked closer his golden eyes, glowing in the dark, became visible if she only were to look over. He waited until he was almost in her shadow before he spoke, not worried about losing the element of surprise. Not when Natalia was still so young, still a small threat. "Well, well dear don't you look pitiful."

[ dad it is! ]

Grendel smiled, moving closer, "you're much to young to be alone darling. What kind of father would I be if I let you gallivant off to unknown lands with no supervision." He purred, low and dangerous. Tone betraying the true intent behind his seemingly caring words; showing his interest in scaring her more than helping her. Though if one knew their past they would know Grendel had not come to support his runaway child in any way.

"Killing you seems counterproductive." Grendel hummed as he lightly moved forward to counter her step back, slowly starting to circle her. "If I wanted to kill you I could have waited until later and slit your throat while you slept." The wicked grin his gave would send shivers down anyone's spine, haunt their nightmares. "Besides, were would my entertainment come from with you dead?"

"They would never silly goose." Grendel laughed, "no one cared that you left, there was a moment of disappoint and then we easily moved on with our lives." He paused and let out a considering hum. "You are right though, I didn't leave everything behind because of you. I had been considering a change of scenery for awhile." He wondered if he should share that he had gone on a bit of a massacre before he left but thought that would be a fun little tidbit to reveal later.

His paw slapped out quicker than one's brain could register the movement. A vicious snarl contorting his features as his claws raked across her own. "Remember who you're talking to little wanderer. Lest I forget to push down my desire to crush your fragile neck in my jaws and watch you slowly suffocate under my mercy."

"Tell me child. What exactly are your plans? You look half starved? Have you come to these tunnels to save others from the trouble of dealing with your corpse?" He asked cruelly further picking at any possible vulnerabilities.

Grendel chuffed a harsh laugh, "easier for you emotionally maybe, or mentally, but physically... well you seem pathetic." He surveyed the dingy surroundings and then looked back at her with scorn. "I know! You should join Summerclan, we could be one big happy family again. Wouldn't that be nice!" His smile had too much teeth and his eyes were vicious.

"Just think! You might find a nice young tom to finally settle down with and then you can have kits and your own family. I would have to bring the kits back to meet the relatives of-course but that wouldn't be too much of a problem would it?" He laughed, the sound slithering like a snake along ones pelt.