The wolf looked as the little bird tottered away and felt his heart clench, why was the tiny bird so full of hatred, how could one be so filled with such anger. He was quickly learning that size did not matter when it came to emotions of the heart and he felt a kinship with the robin, even if the robin did not.

Padding up beside the tiny bird, slowly so as not to startle him, the young wolf rumbled, "Always do I search for worthy adversaries. You are certainly a different kind indeed, very well, you have my loyalty then. Though I must ask what they call you?"

He raised a brow at the overs relocation, the other had seemed to take upon them a different tone and the hateful little bird would turn to face him with those red eyes. "….....i see." he fell silent for a moment, this pup was of his own age, yet atticus felt far older, if it was not the cold that chilled the little bird it was the darkness that eliminated through his voice, that grating frozen tone. "…..they call me no other than my name; Atticus." He would utter, glancing blankly at the other. The little bird felt like he could kill a man, it was a sense of confidence he hadn't felt in a long time. It was the feeling of companionship and although he hated it, it gave him a dubious sense of comfort within his uncertainty. "…....If you are looking for friendship you will find none in me." He would state calmly. "...if your looking for companionship you can look elsewhere." The bird would state again, adding another blow to his words. "and if you think you can try anything....Your going to have a b a d t I m e."

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@Aragorn

He looked at the bird with a sapphire blue eye, the other covered by a black strip of leather Aragorn had found in his wanderings, for whatever reason, he did not like people to know about it, though he had seen enough creatures to know that every being had one. He was not self conscious about it, he just kept it hidden.

Aragorn looked at the bird seeing in his red eyes a coldness, and bitterness and where others would have turned away, felt a kinship to this bird, though he could not fathom why.

"If it is betrayal you seek, you will not find it from me, if it is deceit that which you fear, in me you shall not discover it, if it is a craven soul you think me to be, be not mistaken, for that is not, nor will it ever be what I am." he returned to the tiny bird in a reflection of what the bird had said to him.

"Atticus, a interesting name, good and strong, I like it. Well then Atticus shall we go wander together?"