ATBASH CIPHER

i know i should stop believing
i know there's no retrieving

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

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He wasn't perfect, but no one was. He tried his best to recognize those that he came across so that he didn't feel like an idiot, but with the issues with his memory that was getting harder and harder for him to do. The Freelancer didn't know all of the outposts that existed jointed to their own, but he did know who they were allied with and that was important with the aspect of War on their backs and other issues that were presenting themselves at the same time. The soldier had no reason to think that holding back against the likes of an enemy was an option. He had experience with leaving an enemy alive and it would just end in more trouble for the future. He was morally grey after all and did what it took to get the job done no matter how difficult it was for him to go through. There was still a lot that the Freelancer didn't know about, and he knew that would come in time the more experience that he got with everyone else. Washington oftentimes patrolled the borders by himself during the day and went on an early run while most animals were usually asleep. At least, that's what his schedule consisted up and there was constantly something strange and surprising that happened basically every day.

He had to be ready for everything and keeping himself in good shape was one of them. He could work with lack of sleep he gave himself, he was used to that, but everything else was certainly taking a toll on his shoulders. Washington heard a slightly familiar voice and one that he wasn't used to. The Freelancer had no way of checking scents thanks to the helmet that he wore on his face and had to find everything through sight and hearing. He preferred it this way though as it meant that he wasn't like some kind of animal that had to go smelling his lunch out. He wasn't like that and actually refused to eat the likes of raw food because he still believed he was going to go back to being human again. That was his current objective and he was slowly working towards it. He was making updates to his helmet, which he recently unlocked another function of his helmet. He was glad that he was at least making some sort of progress as he wasn't able to do all that much when he had his broken arm, but now that it was healed he was making sure he got everything done. The War with the Typhoon was in the back of his mind as he had no reason to think he needed to be in said War anyway.

He came across two cats, one that he recognized and a young animal that he did not. But considering their position on the border it was obvious that they lived here. His helmet covered head looked at Atbash, remembering the females name and where she came from. [b]"You are from the Joint Base correct?" The Freelancer questioned, and there seemed to be a pause before he realized that no one would know the military term that he had just used. Oh. That was embarrassing. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he cleared his throat before speaking again. "I mean.. the outpost designated Snowbound?" He simplified the term that he would use to describe that of an alliance. He still wasn't used to using the terminology that everyone else used. His gaze then turned to look at the basket that the other had brought, keeping his distance not just from Melody but to Atbash as well. The armored smilodon stood there for a second as he tilted his head to the side. That was strange. Peace offering? But they were already allies. "Are bringing gifts customary for jointed forces?" Washington questioned the basket as he raised one of his paws and pointed toward it. He had never seen someone delivering gifts because of the good of their heart, and as always he was basically suspicious of everything that was happening.