Enjoy - a Surly x Grayson fanfic
* Edited: 9/28/14 to make things clearer

A Wolf + One

The glare of city lights washed across the landscape below. Tall buildings stood and a small squirrel shivered at the rancorous automobiles charging beneath him. Soft mist floated easily, applying light moisture to his purple fur. He remembered how others used to tease him for the color... including Andie. He sighed.

"Well that life... is over," he muttered. His new ambition was loneliness. Buddy had left on an adventure of his own, which was perfectly reasonable. But Surly couldn't understand why he felt so... abandoned. From everyone. Andie. Buddy. Grayson. Even the Bruisers. Hell, there was no one to talk to, to maul over him, and... something left a hole in him. It's not Buddy, he realized. Someone was missing... he couldn't put a finger on who.

After the great raid of the nut shop, scavenging for food became harder. They couldn't steal all the nuts, of course. There was only so much they could take before the place was shut down completely and turned to a vintage store. Hunting for food, Buddy and Surly had been successful in their findings, but it wouldn't last for all winter. Then Buddy decided to go away.

The air was harsh and made Surly bristle. The cold hung like an extra layer across his back. And their occasional visits with Grayson and Andie became infrequent as they both had to keep to the safety of the park. To make matters worst, the city was cruel and full of abusive, angry people. It didn't help that most of Oakton was increasingly homeless. But Surly could relate.

Now it'd been a month and Surly found himself going down a fast spiral of dread for the upcoming winter. Any moment now and it'd be raining... then snowing. He'd have to fend for himself, alone. Although Andie begged him to accept some food from the park, Surly calmly refused. I just want to pay my dues and be done with it, he thought bitterly. In his heart of hearts, he wanted to be a part of something. But not Liberty Park. He sighed. A part of him was still angry and frustrated; being governed by leaders just wasn't his way.

Surly tried to go to sleep but the last lines of sunlight buzzed across the horizon in the distance. His eyes gleamed, remembering the nut shop raid. Andie was incredible. Grayson was... diabolical. He chuckled to himself.

He felt his mind fill with the oxygen of the prevailing night. The sun wouldn't go down... why can't it just go down and sink? Surly sighed; his vigil would last until midnight. That's how he liked it.

A shard of moonlight dashed onto the building's roof top. Drool was accumulating... harsh snores could be heard from the purple squirrel. Grayson's ears flicked... someone was here. His heart skipped a beat.

"Not the rats...," he whimpered to himself. He knew it was foolish, even for him. His fur prickled just thinking about them. But he was here for something. His thoughts wouldn't stop... a hot-red pit of adrenaline in his stomach sent him in a jittering frenzy across the streets of Oakton. For once he didn't care. His parkour was excellent as he yipped and laughed at himself across the buildings.

Something told him to race across. His energy was up and his thoughts erratic. Grayson couldn't help but wonder. What was this new found freedom? He tried to calm himself, nestling in the soft sanctuary of a flower bed.

"Golly," he clacked his tongue, "Did I drink something or what?!" he shouted. He sprang, grappling for the next building's ledge. He collided unsteadily into a soft, furry figure.

"What th-" Surly grumbled; a brute force slammed into him and both tumbled until they came to a hard stop at a pipe. He could see only a shadow and he arched his back angrily, throwing off the attacker.

"H-Hey... I'm warning you!" Surly hissed.

"Wha-?" a voice squeaked. Surly slammed into the shadow and the two wrestled. Surly's muscles tensed with effort to subdue the shadow. Strong, yet gentle paws seized his arms, but Surly unsheathed his sharp hind claws to scratch at his belly.

"S-Surly!" Grayson yelped, feeling claws dig into his stomach. Grayson jumped off and was quickly kicked to the ground. The purple squirrel "caged" him, and slammed against his collarbone.

"How do you know my name?! Who sent you!" he growled. Grayson struggled, the urge to fight growing stronger, but knew he couldn't harm Surly... Grayson owed him too much.

"It's me! Grayson! Don't you remember?!"

"Wh... what? Gr-rayson?" he muttered. Slowly, the squirrel's defenses grew softer. Grayson sighed in relief. But two angry fists still held him down. Grayson couldn't help but feel intrigued by Surly's stubbornness... he honestly he had to admit it felt-

"What are you doing here?" Surly's voice lightened up just a tad. His amber eyes sparked with recognition. Grayson stood up and Surly's arms rested by his sides. He sighed, "God, it's so good to have a-" Surly stopped himself from hugging him and leapt easily away. For once, Grayson was quiet... observant. Surly felt his eyes sear at his back.

"Get back to your park," he said gently, yet scornfully. Surly stood on the ledge, overlooking the city.

Grayson crept quietly behind, lights hitting his eyes. He didn't mind. Seeing Surly since what felt like forever was adrenalating. Grayson placed his elbows on the ledge, looking down at the small specs on the street, wondering how'd humans would feel if they knew two squirrels were watching them. He grinned.

"Surly, come on, stop being so-"

"Look, Grayson, it's okay. I don't need no damn sympathy," he gestured with his paw, "I can look after myself," Surly retorted, walking to another side of the ledge. Grayson's eyes widened with surprise. Woah. Okay, then. His hands fell from his face as he gazed at Surly's quiet figure.

Please review, critique, etc. :D I'll post another chapter soon - if you got any requests for any shorts or chapter stories, post them up and I'll consider :)