GLORY AND GORE / abandoned cub

Luckily for the border dwellers, the lingering grey tabby had medical training. His mother desperately taught him what she knew. It was a time he cherished deeply. While he was not a savant in the subject, Atticus managed to remember the basics. In times of need, it was cherished. Other times, such as when his ear was tarnished to shreds, his knowledge failed to overcome in his fiery desperation. Nonetheless, the boy's skills were average and essential. How would these pathetic losers get treatment anyways? Gael was off doing hell knows what and Aine was stuck in a child-like state for an adult. Needless to say, he tried to step in when they weren't present, echoing his mother's undying resourcefulness.

Today was no different. Border patrol was simple. As per usual, Atticus walked past the spiked border with his sunflower gaze narrowed on the various heads. While they bothered him at first, their blank stares grew on him. From then on, he perused the territory with ease. Sometimes.

His eyes shifted. The dark silhouette of Silentgrave was unmistakable in the distance. Encapsulated in their insides was a larger cub... a tiger? As someone who had been inside the creature's weaving tendrils before, he could say it wasn't pleasant. Atticus shivered at the thought. Hopefully the stranger was not Silentgrave's next meal and a mere refugee like he was. The blood said otherwise. "What do you have here, Silentgrave?" he questioned. "New pet?" 'I wouldn't put it against him. It's hard to question an eight foot beast.'