Silverlight Terrace a lovely night for stargazing and poorly behaving

A sharp sting stabbed into his heart. How was he to know the importance of family when he couldn't even remember the face of his mother, or if he'd even had one? His closest encounters to "family" were his old companion who abandoned him with no warning and the hearty buffalo he sparred with not too long ago. It never reached his mind that joining a pack would grant him new brothers and sisters, he'd only considered the safety and warmth. 

Atticus hid whatever melancholy he felt behind a kinder smile than his last, for the next few days he was to have another companion- and perhaps even longer should they both join! "They aren't very far from here, I'm sure you'll like them." He insisted. 

His mind drifted back to his newfound friend, one that was presumed to spend a fair amount of time with- what's a better time to get to know each other than now? "So, what brings you out here- if you care to tell?"