Atalanta registered a noise following behind her that sounded much like rustling leaves, broken branches, and footfalls. Another student, or a Grimm? The hooded girl fired both of her grapnels into a single tree, pulling her body towards the trunk. She left the anchor within the tree in order to keep herself high enough off the ground so a Grimm couldn't attack, but low enough that she could see any potential partners. The overall appearance of her clinging to that tree made her look something like a spider... person.

If the incoming presence was a Grimm, she'd merely dispatch it and get on her way. Honestly, she didn't even want to be waiting, but on the off-chance it was another student, she'd be able to finish up that 'gain a partner' objective. So she patiently waited for the inevitable appearance. 

Suddenly, Isaac.

"Yo Isaac. Up here," Atalanta waved from her perch. Looks like it [i]was[/i] indeed a student, [i]and[/i] the one she had agreed to partner up with previously. Perfect. She unanchored and slid along the tree onto ground level. "Did you get a decent look at the place up there? Any directions that look interesting?"
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Gram jaunted through the forest without a care in the world. He had yet to encounter any potential partners, or any of the Grimm that allegedly patrolled these wilds. The trainee figured that was fine - it only made it that much more easy to pick up... whatever it was they were looking for. Perhaps Professor Ozpin could've been more specific regarding that. What if there was something that looked a lot like something they were supposed to be looking for, but wasn't? What then? Hopefully what they were looking for would be super obvious. Like a... golden shiny thing. Whatever. He'd see in due time.

Gram stopped in his tracks and backhanded the tree to his right, blasting a sizable hole within it and sending splinters and dust flying away from him. "Oho, what do we have here...?" he asked, smiling ominously as the debris began to settle, revealing the form of an Ursa Major, a far larger version of the smaller, more common occurrence. "You certainly look like an interesting-looking toy to play with!" Gram declared, smiling wider and extending out his arms in greeting, "I'm Gram. [i]It's a pleasure to meet you.[/i]"

He then proceeded to push the the tree onto the Ursa Major as the beast let out its roar. It died with an (un)satisfying [i]SPLAT![/i].

"...Well that wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be."