04-11-2021, 05:33 PM
ATTICUS ROUX
Faint pawsteps settled nearby at the squeal of a child. His side stopped near Gael as he arrived and golden orbs looked Mavis from bottom to top. Ears pinned against his cranium. Lost. Without a mother. Just as he had. Atticus' gaze shifted to the rest of the group as they sympathized with the girl, nodding subtly in agreement. It wasn't his place to speak.
Unlike many children of The Pitt who weren't born within their borders, Atticus Roux was the rare Pittian who chose to run off to The Pitt and join. It seemed like the rest were either forced to come with their parents or dropped off without a care in the world. He held sympathy for their situations. After all, Jormungand's kids were left here while their father was getting tortured and now this unknown child was crying out for their mother. They had no choice. No where else to go. Hoping that their parents were around or would come back... but his family was dead. He had the luxury of choice. To choose where he belonged. Where to call home. Mavis, unfortunately, was set aside and left to fight on their own... almost as he had. Despite not knowing their exact situation, Atticus would perhaps come to sympathize with their story.
Atticus swallowed his pride and past. There was no time to reminisce. With an extended paw towards the girl, he let out a sigh. "We can give you a place to stay-" His eyes moved towards Gael. The wolf wouldn't take no for an answer, though he doubted Gael would deny the request. "-and perhaps search for your mother?" Lowering his head down to Mavis, he returned his attention to the girl.
Unlike many children of The Pitt who weren't born within their borders, Atticus Roux was the rare Pittian who chose to run off to The Pitt and join. It seemed like the rest were either forced to come with their parents or dropped off without a care in the world. He held sympathy for their situations. After all, Jormungand's kids were left here while their father was getting tortured and now this unknown child was crying out for their mother. They had no choice. No where else to go. Hoping that their parents were around or would come back... but his family was dead. He had the luxury of choice. To choose where he belonged. Where to call home. Mavis, unfortunately, was set aside and left to fight on their own... almost as he had. Despite not knowing their exact situation, Atticus would perhaps come to sympathize with their story.
Atticus swallowed his pride and past. There was no time to reminisce. With an extended paw towards the girl, he let out a sigh. "We can give you a place to stay-" His eyes moved towards Gael. The wolf wouldn't take no for an answer, though he doubted Gael would deny the request. "-and perhaps search for your mother?" Lowering his head down to Mavis, he returned his attention to the girl.