Blacktail Deer Plateau As the shadows fall

He nodded in response to her comments about Perry being her first and closest friend here. Underneath all the silly, insulting banter between the brothers, Atticus thought incredibly highly of Peregrine. His brother was one of the smartest, most generous and honorable wolves Atticus knew, and he was proud of the blood they shared. They'd had their rough spots, sure, but Perry was, without a doubt, the best friend that Atticus himself had.

He listened to her talk about her father, and he couldn't help grinning at the fondness and love in Blue Willow's voice. It was clear she had adored her father, and her descriptions of him reminded Atticus very much of his own father. "Little Tree," he commented with a smile, amusement in his voice. "That's so cute. I like that." She went on to ask him about his own family, specifically his mother, and he chuckled as he remembered the white hurricane that had been his mom. "Yeah, her name was March Owl but everyone just called her Mo. She was……well, I'm not sure how to put it. She was…really something." He laughed. His mother had been foul-mouthed, short-tempered, and iron-strong in everything she said, did, and believed. He had never known a more memorable wolf since. "And my dad was…well, I think he was a bit like yours. He liked to tell stories, and he was a teacher and mentor to me as I grew up. I wasn't as big or strong as some of my other brothers, I didn't have dreams of leadership like Tyrannus did, I wasn't super-smart like Echo or Crete were, but…I dunno, he saw something in me and he made me feel like I could do anything, like the world was mine for the taking, y'know?" He grinned, realizing he was babbling on and wondering if she was bored yet. Sighing, he added, "I really miss my parents."