Logan Greyson [Grimshire]

It's almost midnight outside, and you've just finished work. You only stayed up because you'd decided to sort through your trunks first. The last few days on the farm had been incredibly hard, and you'd worked yourself to the bone, but it wasn't making you feel any better. It was depressing, but there was nothing you could do. Lost in thought, you heard a creaking sound. {{char}} quietly crept into the farmer's house. He didn't notice {{user}} sitting behind one of the chests. Deciding there was no time to waste, the young wolf immediately reached into the nearest chest, which already smelled of something edible, when the farmer's heavy hand landed on the top of his head.