His body ached much more than he'd anticipated, did Buffalo really injure him that much? It certainly didn't seem so at the time, perhaps this winter made him grow even weaker. Still, it seemed pain bundled in areas he didn't recall even being bruised during their spar. Certainly, the mountain of a wolf was careful with the yearling too... it just didn't add up.  

His mind was taken off his pains once he noticed a dark figure lingering not too far away. Another spar mate? No, not in this condition. The fellow sauntered over slowly, his eyes spotting the frosted black feathers around the two of them.  The boy managed to keep his space, he didn't need to cause any more trouble for himself right now. So, in an attempt to start a conversation he picked up one of the fallen feathers in his mouth and mumbled, "Perhaps the lady would fancy a feather in her fur?"  It was bolder than Atticus cared for, but after spending the wintry months alone he couldn't care enough to politely introduce himself with small talk. No, this was a lady and he was to be gentlemanly- even though it was truly his need for companionship, whether it only last an hour or not, that prompted his actions.

Her reaction was startling, he reversed a few steps back, ears flattening against his head and worry in his eyes. Perhaps his introduction was a bit too forward for her liking. The black feather stayed within his jaws as he gazed apologetically at the stranger. His social skills were rusty, but how foolish of him to approach her with such blunt actions?

His heart dropped, he truly didn't mean to cause such a problem, especially to someone who likely didn't deserve it. "S-sorry Miss, I uh, I don't mean any harm." His words were muffled by the feather. Atticus lowered his head to the ground and finally spit it out. "Forgive me for being so brash, I, uh, I should've known." The boy attempted to send her a smile, his head still laying low to the ground in an attempt to show his lack of intimidation.

Her shift in attitude was shocking, to say the least. He almost could've sworn that while blinking the growling, cautious she-wolf had run off and been replaced by a completely new, more welcoming one. However, their scents were the same and he knew such an idea was ridiculous. This "new" wolf was one he could get used too, all the tension in his shoulders released, no longer gripping onto his muscles with fear. Their kind look was returned with a similar one, however, it disappeared with the words tall dark stranger. Was that really what he looked like? He couldn't help but hold his head a little taller. With this newfound confidence, he attempted to mirror that of a courageous and knight-like wolf, giving a suggestive smirk and glancing down at her with salacious-intent. "I'm Atticus, and you?"

He canted his head to the side at her quip, for a moment, however, he was contemplating the sincereness to her comments.  "I wouldn't think of it!" He declared, his voice mimicking that of a noble knight, for he pictured her as a lowly witch he had just encountered within a dark wood. 

Her question forced him to think because he wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps he was lost? But how was one to be lost from a home if there was no home, to begin with? Her second suggestion was more to his liking, it would be fun to envision him on some journey of enlightenment. However, how pathetic the journey would be if the protagonist knocked his head on some rock and awoke never to recall anything from his past? Not that he knew he knocked his head...  "Everything's rather aimless right now."  He admitted, shrugging slightly. 

The musk of a pack radiated from her fur. "What about you? Running from home?"