11-14-2018, 01:05 PM
▹▹▹▹ What was this? Atticus had been out patrolling the borders when it was Atbash's voice that had caught his attention first in the distance. Mother's name? Hurt who? It was curiosity alone that made the large jaguar paw's turn as he followed the trail of voices into the distance, his gaze alert as he wasn't quite sure what he would find when he got there. A child, likely, given the nature of the conversation; but on the other hand, that greeting could have involved a heavy dose of sarcasm to some unruly joiner, too. It wasn't long until his first, and most realistic, expectation came true. His paws came to a gentle stop some feet away from the small kitten, and Atbash, who had taken to trying to comfort the child. He took a slow breath in, for a moment seeming as if he might just walk away given the way his sharp, golden-eyed gaze pulled away from the young child, but instead, he too sunk low to the ground, trying to make himself look less imposing somehow. It's mother, that's her name.
It was one thing Atticus did not need to make clear to anyone that this child was both lucky to be alive, and far too young to be out here on their own. "And what's your name?" he asked carefully, his voice soft, albeit a low rumble as his gaze softly turned to the scrap of fur that was the kitten. "Are you hungry?"
It was one thing Atticus did not need to make clear to anyone that this child was both lucky to be alive, and far too young to be out here on their own. "And what's your name?" he asked carefully, his voice soft, albeit a low rumble as his gaze softly turned to the scrap of fur that was the kitten. "Are you hungry?"