Such beautiful scenery.

His white coat shimmered under the warm fall sun, obsidian dipped paws dragging the large brute across many different lands almost silently. Everything about Atticus was regal and well disciplined. He was almost always smart with his surroundings. His body brushed against a few trees, leaving his scent linger upon the tree itself. Sure, he may have wandered a lot farther than he ever has before, but he needed to learn the layout of all the lands, making sure were other territories laid ahead, storing their scents within his mind, it was for safe keeping. Atticus was sure of Dunamis bloodline but he was peaceful in his own senses, he presented himself as no danger.

Atticus known he was only dangerous if he was edged to be, although he didn't like to become mean, it would if provoked. The masculine's eyes took note to a large mountain styled edges, marking them as a landmark kind of, he's been doing this since he has journeyed this far. Fallen debris crunching under his weight. A small smile creased his lips upwards. Ivory tail dancing and swaying in a rhythm behind himself, obsidian and ivory face lifted, ears alert as he came to a stop. Azure and amethyst pools scanning the area just before himself.

The sound of water gurgling and bubbling made music as crows and ravens cawed from their tree branches, Black nose flared - trying to pick up any scents that would capture the brutes interest. His stance was always well relaxed. He scratched at the grounds, digging beneath the foliage that had fallen from the treetops and their limbs that stretched for the sky above them all. He was leaving markers here and there. As drawing closer to the stream, he would lower his cranium and take a drink. Allowing minutes or possible minutes to pass by before he would continue on his way, to make sure that everything around him was safe and secure before he could actually relax. "A pleasant day for a stroll."

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