The young lad inched his way across the numbing ground, his fur surprisingly slicked and well tended too, akin to a figure of royalty... not a starving lone wolf who had no recollection of his days before Teekon. How foolish could such a thing be? To be so forgetful that he can't even recall his mother's face? Did he even have a mother? 

Perhaps he was born from the ocean and was destined to be some mythical tale... 

An amused breath of air left his nose, his mind could be quite comical, couldn't it? Even during a time of complete and utter confusion. What was his name? Atticus. Yes, he knew that. Atticus Percival. His spirits lifted momentarily, the excitement of recalling his own name was an achievement worth a gleeful leap in the air, and so he did just that. The slender figure of a mad wolf danced in the snowy sky for a moment before the deepening chill crept back onto his nerves and his joy was diminished. 

How much longer must he take of this? This deadly loneliness that might be the very cost of his life.

A new presence had arrived and the boy could not stop staring. Was this his savior? His courageous knight to save him from the icy dragon that was winter? Atticus's ears flattened once he realized he was the damsel in distress. As the mountain approached his gaze did not break, his heartbeat quickened and a wave of heat blanketed his chest. Angels sang in the ears as the stranger spoke. 

He was funny. That was a good sign, indeed. 

The question forced him to ponder, perhaps he was a circus runaway... But what aspect of him gave off such a vibe? Was it something everyone was able to have, the ability to spot circus runaways? An ability he'd lost along with his memories? No, it was likely his pup-like leap. Either way, what's to say he wasn't a ball-hopping dog used to entertain the masses?

"Why, how'd you know?" Atticus tilted his head in false curiosity. Fear then struck his eyes, "They aren't searching for me, are they? I will never return! Never!" His accent was too posh for a circus freak, but what was he to know? He only had his own, and whatever this strangers twang was, to play off of. His motivation shifted, it was then he decided he must defend his honor of being a free wolf and no longer a commodity. The boy then stood as intimidatingly as he could, if this wolf planned to drag him back to those confining cages then he would surely fight back. Ivories glinted from beneath his black gums and hair spiked like a porcupine's back. 

Sometimes Atticus gets too lost in his fantasies.

The stranger responded in an interesting way, one Atticus wouldn't have predicted. Although much more entertaining than he hoped, why, this was quite the wolf he had just met! The suggested nickname made his thoughts spin around in a leap of joy, similar to the one he had demonstrated earlier. "Flip is just fine." He insisted. The boy squinted, fumes pouring out his ears as he constructed a fitting name for his new acquaintance. Then, like a ding on a timer, it was clear he had manufactured exactly what he wanted. "I'll call you Buffalo."  His mahogany coat and tremendous size made the newly coined title rather self-explanatory.  

The offer was tempting, he would love to show his skill- especially since his slender silhouette is often mistaken for lack of mercenary prowess. His half snarl shifted to a smirk and his tail flicked in a titillating manner. Two bright glaciers gleamed at the challenge, he stared up at the mountain like an overambitious child, a grin suggesting his assumed triumph over earth's most staunch and burly creations. 

His mind being too stimulated with the presence of an interesting buffalo and with months of loneliness behind it, the young kid couldn't think very clearly. Without calculating he immediately threw himself forward with the facade of rage in an attempt to be more menacing. Poorly thrown jaws clenched onto the air beside the titan's shoulder.

The blow forced him to topple slightly, he shook his head attempting to regain his correlation. His hip panged at the blow, but he recovered quickly. The buffalo was quite supportive of the yearling, he actually wanted him to succeed! Such reinforcement really aided the young wolf to play his offense correctly.  He wagged his tail in anticipation, "Take this!"  Atticus threw himself forward, practically mimicking the mountain entirely. However, instead of the hip, he aimed for the boulders chest.

The brute's force was quite unsettling, he had to regain his balance before even attempting to recounter. He took his time, knowing that Buffalo was preparing for his next move- but this time he would make sure to impress him! With every comment, he only wished to prove the mountain that he was capable.

Atticus hurled himself forward, aiming with his shoulder to the side Morgan hoping to knock him over. His paws tore up the snow and earth beneath it- his dash almost causing himself to fall down. He quickly retreated, looking back to see his inflicted damage.

Admittedly, he watched like a deer in headlights as the boulder came toppling down the mountain aiming directly for him. He didn't have long to rejoice in his small victory before being bashed to the ground, an entire buffalo standing on top of him preventing him from getting up. 

Now he really had to think. Atticus considered for a moment his next move before throwing his hind legs against his opponent's stomach and throwing his head on to Morgan's neck to allow his release, and although attempting to knock the brute over only managed an escape. 

The brawl was really riling him up, so without much consideration, he dashed at the mound with another hit- he flung his shoulder into the soldier's hip. "That's what!"

He really was getting the hang of it! At least he had thought so until the mammoth pushed himself free and rattled his rattled against his skull. Gosh, that was disorienting. He attempted to stand up normally before wobbling forward and almost head planting into the snow. 

"Wow- that was... intense." It was the least he could say, however, the giant seemed much less phased than he. Once regaining his motor functions, Atticus shook his fur of snow and stared at his mentor with a shining grin.  "That was great, pal! But jeez, am I beat."  His tail still wagged wit lingering energy from the brawl. "You're quite a wolf, Buffalo!"