Red Skies and Sightless Eyes

Atticus was there, watching and listening to everything around him. To say that Atticus was scared was a joke. Sure the large brute was highly cautious - especially with Medusa traveling and gathering information of what was going on as well. He turned to Grim and Ripper. Knowing they were just yearlings and had so much to learn about the world around them. "No, not scared." It was simply stated. Before he breathed. "I believe cautious is the word which is a way of me being able to see and listen a little better. Take in even the slightest shake or tremor." Although knowing they were only teasing, they needed to learn.

Before his eyes, he watched Ripper go down first, he paced around the top of the incline that now gave way to tunnels. A low growl. "And see, Ripper this is why one must pay attention to their surroundings. You have a lot to learn. Patience is always key, taking your time and surveying everything around you would be beneifical." Atticus stayed cool and collected, as his duo pigmented pools look down to Ripper. That's just when the ground also swallowed Medusa. He allowed a growl slip from his throat. Lowering his frame down into the tunnel's entrance he looked to the yearlings and then Medusa. He slid into the other side of a compact wall of dirt.

His frame moved towards the woman to make sure she wasn't badly injured and made his way towards the brothers. "We need to make sure that you are fine as well as your children." Sure, he was also in pain, but not a sprain would hold him back from protecting the heirs and the wraith. Not at all. He scanned the ground infront of him. "If we want to get out of here, we got to check it out I think. It isn't normal. Please - tread carefully." A glance was offered towards the boys and then Medusa. "Stay close..." He allowed his voice to trail off as he moved into the tunnels.

"Speech!"