―――― As far as criminal investigations went, a new member joining, and then suddenly someone showing up dead on the border made it fairly easy to assess who the culprit was. Yet, as Atticus later, too, found the scene, he found himself giving pause, as if he wasn't truly processing the scene in front of him. Yet, he knew that he was; someone had killed another, but more than that, they had begun eating him. The notion in it of itself was enough to make Atticus want to inwardly grimace as he lifted his gaze and looked around the area for a brief moment. Damn it. It was just one more thing to try and deal with, one more situation that they didn't need. "Ascendants! There's been a murder," There was no point in beating around the bush, but he sighed heavily as he dipped his head in respect to the now-deceased member. "A proper burial shall be made. Keep an eye out for who did this- they're done as soon as I lay my paws on them. All else, I will not yet instigate a curfew, or a night guard, but remain on alert. We have a traitor," with that final snarl, the large Jaguar shook his head, fairly unimpressed at the scene before him. A poor soul had been killed for no reason, for likely a far milder reaction than the killer was expecting. It was all Atticus did then to quietly try and cover the gore of the half-eaten body until it could be properly cared for.