chomping at the bit - [COTC ARRIVAL]

[Atticus Roux]

While not as strong as the dragon, the small feline sauntered up and followed his lead. His sunflower-colored gaze traced the underbrush. So far, no one had shown their face. What a disappointment. The feline merely offered a small nod towards Stryker without a thought and settled until the rest decided to attend this vital arrangement. As always, the weaponized Pittian was here out of sheer demand. Even a mindless cat craved some activity to keep him busy.

Flexing his claws in the mud, Atticus snorted. "They don't even put up a fight," he remarked dully.