The Measure of Intelligence is the Ability to Change

Atticus was fairly new with Insomnia, however he was not as new as a few others that his brother had pulled into become a member of the pack. He learned who was who for the most part, and talk of expanding the territory was on the winds. He watched a few members wander off towards a new land. Whistling Willows. Atticus figured it was only right to join them. He was after all part of the pack, and members of the pack helped with tasks like this. It would only make the pack's bond with one another much stronger. And he'd be able to see who was who and learn of those that he could trust besides his family and The Wraith. He grunted his greeting as standing a little further away from the three wolves who gathered. Two were Medusa's children, and the other cream like woman smelt of his brother. A nod was offered shortly after in greeting.

"I will say The Bone Queen has good taste if she wants the Willows. It offers a lot of potential." He was always the straight forward and blunt one, but his wording was carefully thought about and placed. He learned that early, as if it was constantly drilled into him since pup hood. And with the drought that was coming with the heat of summer and occasional rains the pools would offer them prime hunting and constant herbs for the healers of the pack.

"Speech!"