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Atticus remained silent, tiling his thoughts in quick succession without voicing them aloud. Instead, he watched them with quiet curiosity, wondering how they'd come to be here and where they'd hailed from. His mouth curled, and he held his fist poised in front of his pink nose. “I'm glad,” He finally expressed, nodding his great head. At least he was given a reprieve from his embarrassing excuses, and unintended statements. “Dangerous?” He intoned, dropping his hand from his face. “We are good roommates, then.” A chortled laugh escaped his throat, ending in a thrumming staccato of noises—presumably more laughter, or a snort. He swapped himself on the chest in greeting to the two others that joined them, bowing his head low. When the small girl acknowledged him, he nodded and frowned.

“Eater of men,” Atticus rumbled, craning his neck to further admonish her pale features. “Autumn,” He corrected quickly, scratching idly at the grizzled fur on his chin. Even if he was living in a solitary environments, he still heard stories of other creatures living across the lands; vampires, werewolves, angels, demons and the like, it wasn't completely alien to him. Another human joined them—male, and with the most magnificent wings flexing from his shoulder blades—and Atticus blinked a few times in disbelief, flexing his claws as if resisting the urge to touch them. To fly, it'd be the most liberating feeling.

“Atticus Moore, son of the Nameless One; man of the mountains,” The creature greeted, glancing from Nuriel to Autumn. His eyes locked back onto Nuriel's wings and he cleared his throat, arching his eyebrows enquiringly. “Wings of a bird—...” He began lamely, searching for words that could express his curiosity. When he found none, he simply added, “What are you?" Subtlety wasn't his strongest suit.