Griffin frowned at the box behind him. He had been protecting the box but he hadn't know why. He knew the box was important. He sniffed at the box. It smelled of him and another. Zack? Was he inside? Why was he inside? Griffin began ramming the box. He backed up a few steps and ran at the box. Of course this did nothing since the box wasn't real but a creation that he and Zack had made. But his mind wasn't thinking logically. He had slid back to his more animalist nature.