A new day. The sun rose behind his back as Grover made his way through the main road. Days of relentless travel had finally given fruition. A village was on his sights, food, water and proper rest just a few kilometers away. No more raw animal meat and mud water.

At last, entering the village he was greated, not to his liking, by a kid carrying a butter knife. Not actually butter knife but might as well be like that for Grover. This whole situation reminded him of his past. The fear, caution, someone ready to fight, it reminded him of his "glorious past" filled with countless slaughters carried in settlements just like this one, well except the lack of screaming and sheer terror. First things first then.
"Wow wow, calm down soldier boy. I want no trouble."-Grover said in a smooth and calm voice while raising his arms up. If he had to transform as a human, better pick a likeable avatar at the least.
"I've been traveling for days on end without food and water."-he continued while removing his mask, revealing his clean shaven, charming face.
"If you would point me to a place where I could get some food and rest, it would be appreciated."

Looking at the boy, he honestly couldn't remember the numbers, propably thousands upon thousands of kids his age, all slaughtered by him. As much as he might feel a little guilt, he also felt anger and hatred that it was them, the humans, who made him do it. But most of all, prevailed the feeling of adrenaline and his body raring to go and do it all over again.