02-10-2022, 08:51 PM
Ragged ears, approximately one and a half, perked up at the sound of a voice calling out. A familiar one at that. He laid a paw upon the door's edge and looked out into the frosty marsh, spotting Lucinder among the white blanket of snow. Atticus momentarily considered shutting the door, leaving him to silently nap, but held the door open with a sigh as he felt obligated to be polite. He wouldn't want to be left out either. The concept of 'paying it forward' after his own experiences seemed to drive his rationale.
The heavy breeze tickled at his nose, momentarily causing him to pull away and sneeze. Atticus shook out his pelt and leaned into the door's warmth with a paw feverishly gesturing inwards. "Come on in," he called out. "Quickly, damn..." Hopefully. Otherwise then maybe he would shut the door...
The heavy breeze tickled at his nose, momentarily causing him to pull away and sneeze. Atticus shook out his pelt and leaned into the door's warmth with a paw feverishly gesturing inwards. "Come on in," he called out. "Quickly, damn..." Hopefully. Otherwise then maybe he would shut the door...