follow me, band of royalty

Ears swivel upon the masculines head, hearing his brother Erebos's call. He wasn't far off, venturing his own way. But now was the time for seriousness and manners. There was a lot at stake, but much more to gain, they indeed had to give the Dunamis name a good name in the long run. Each and every one of the clan had a lot to gain and loose. Atticus known this from the day he was born.

He came up following and watching his siblings around him. Only for his eyes shoot to his brother Nikolaos, wondering where the hell he had this display come from. Eyes narrow as he had became thankful and offered Enyo a nod of his head. Agreeing with her command to the brother of theirs.

Although the savoring feeling of relaxation within the pools cleared his mind there was still much there. He would come to terms with when the time was right. Right now was however not the time to be foolish. The brute stood there near Enyo and Erebos with pride.

He was thankful he was well disciplined in his own statue as he stood there, only thing that moved upon him was the fur that danced with the winds and his ears listening for Medusa to arrive.