tears and schmaltz \\ disappearance

The searing thought of his mother's demise filled his mind. It haunted him. Endlessly replaying in his head for hours, prompting him to bawl till he fell asleep. Even so, his dreams were filled with her. Rude awakenings during the night left him restless. His emotions ran wild. Impulsive as usual, but on a greater level, Atticus began to act out. Prompt consolation from his family wouldn't help him in his ignorance. He denied any help, locking himself away. The extrovert had become trapped in his own head. There was no escape to the reality he was facing.... Except one.

Atticus' scent and paw prints could clearly be hinted as heading towards The Pitt. It was unclear what his intention was.