regulate // open, visiting? return? hm

His return would be alone. Temporary, perhaps. He didn't know. Atticus needed time away from Tanglewood after Aurum's ignorant rambling and threats of battle. He wouldn't be around to see their downfall. The canine wouldn't deal with the injustice and mischief in Tanglewood. It was a land of hypocrites with egos, thinking that their do-gooder attitude would benefit them in not being the antagonist to the story. They were generalizing based on one member and trying to incite war on that premise. He couldn't stand it.

The Pittian came blazing past the border with his ears pinned on top of his head and rounded pupils narrowed out on the jungle. As he walked, lowly grumbles reverberated from his throat. Thrown aside. Disregarded. Fuck them. A slew of slurs followed promptly as he mind manifested what had happened. Reminiscing on the past, as per usual, was an unhealthy habit for Atticus. Despite that, he continued to do so as he crossed into the jungle's underbrush and into the central plaza.

Eventually out of breath and left to fight for air, Atticus paused. His haunches lowered to the floor and his head collided with a wooden post on a stranger's shop. He wheezed audibly. With a growl, he closed his eyes and dug his claws into the soft ground below his feet. "Fuck this," came his soft groan. What to do... What to do...