11-12-2018, 12:02 PM
▹▹▹▹ Despite whatever loyalties Sunhaven and Ascendants had- or perhaps rather lack of loyalty- Atticus knew that a flood was no small thing to deal with. While he had more than happily agreed to go on patrol with Onison and the others, the large jaguar had seen the high water in the distance long before they had ever settled their paws where they stood now. A small, tiny part of him was hoping he had been wrong about his initial assumption of what was happening, given the slow change of the seasons where floods were all the more likely, but he was rarely wrong. His ear flicked at Onison's words, yet no surprise had crossed his face as he stared out over the flooded territory, his golden eyed gaze already scanning over the surface. With a low rumble of his throat in agreement to Onison, to give some form of reply, the Jaguar then stepped off around the edge of the border, seeing if there were any lives to be found.
/ack rushed
/ack rushed