At the sound of Aesior's plans, Atticus was obviously displeased. Another day, another expansion. To him, it sounded like another battle waiting to happen. First, deceive The Typhoon, and then take claim to their land. How were they going to feel about that? Not well, obviously. With a groan, the domestic cat put his head into his chest. There were other ways to go about this, but the luminary had chosen one Atticus did not condone.

Why could no one be content with their home? Atticus, as a child, had left for The Pitt due to not feeling Tanglewood's love, but learned that he had it all along. That their tiny swamp was enough. There was no need for any change, nor any expansion. They could better themselves from within. Aesior seemed to think otherwise though, causing the feline to raise to his feet. Atticus, obviously displeased, turned to leave. He would take no part in reasonless bloodshed.