I'm back

What was going on here? Atticus Roux wasn't the only one who barged into The Pitt without warning, it seemed. The canine's golden gaze drifted over towards the ruckus as Jormungand entered and declared their arrival. He craned his head. To his knowledge, he had never met the panther. Maybe he was forgetting. His eyes traced the feline's muscular silhouette, only to let out a sigh and begin to wander over. 

Large paws came to a halt a few feet away from the other Pittian. He remained tense physically, but openly welcoming, hoping that this feline would explain who he was. "Who are you?" came his concerned tone. His tone wasn't intentionally crude, but it came out rather harsh. The canine shifted his weight onto his back paws and sat down onto the moist floor below. His head tilted. "I don't believe we've met."

Atticus wasn't aware of why they wanted the medic. Maybe an unknown injury? A close relationship he didn't know about? After all, he had been gone from The Pitt for quite awhile. "I can't speak for Aine's whereabouts though. I'm sure she's present somewhere around here." A subtle gesture waved behind him. His gaze peered to the side momentarily, searching for the fox in the crowd. Coming up empty, he returned to the panther and awaited a response.