I feel so untouched

Determination was something that could cost ones life, but the large brute traveled. Picking up the scents of the others, he wasn't pleased although that was part of life. Making sure that his siblings were also taken care of. His eyes glaring all around them, keeping eyes and ears alert for any that may venture to close. His own movements fluid and unnoticed, keeping up with his brother Zephyros was easy, due to his much lighter statue. Ignoring that of his brothers command he took perch upon a fallen tree's stump. His tail rising as his nostrils flared.

The family wasn't large, but was big enough to fend for themselves. Especially when they worked together. The masculine took in the different scents, storing them for later use. His tail flicked, as ears faced back against his own skull, a low growl of his own released. "A fucking goose chase. He's probably out chasing tail." Atticus spoke out, always one to voice his opinions and thoughts especially around his own family. Although most of the time he was silent. The sounds of owls gave way alerting others that the family was here.