▹▹▹▹ Onison's call, while plain and simple, was enough to drag Atticus out of his idle afternoon, quietly carrying himself over to where the boy was yelling from to catch the other's attention. A border patrol, huh? Atticus supposed he couldn't blame Onison for wanting to get out, now that he could. With an idle flick of his ear as the large jaguar slunk himself forward on soft paws, he dipped his head silently to Onison as he stilled himself at his side, the gesture enough to signify his supposed 'volunteering' of this task. He wouldn't mind getting out for a hunt, no matter how much he seemed to have done so as of late, nor would he let go of an excuse to get up and do something, rather than being idle and still in camp somewhere, taking an afternoon nap. Glancing around the area for a moment, the silent man slowly sat himself back on his haunches, adjusting his paws to sit neatly in front of him, holding himself tall as he waited, his golden-eyed gaze quietly peering out across the horizon, seeking the far edges of the territory in the distance.