of reindeer and green balloons {m}

LOL MATURE AND STUFF

@Hawkeye [nsv][bdp] ;D

It was good to be here, reunited with his brothers once more. Life had begun to take on some semblance of normalcy these past weeks, and Atticus was finding a comfortable routine. He enjoyed his new packlands, appreciated the serene beauty that lingered amidst the winter-bare trees and the newfound camaraderie he was finding in his packmates. The pack at Blacktail Deer Plateau shared a close-knit bond with one another and functioned as a single, efficient, well-maintained machine. While he hadn't quite earned the trust of all of his packmates, nor had he had sufficient time to become a central part of the pack, he already felt as if he belonged.

As he trotted idly across the withered, leaf-strewn forest floor, gliding through the trees living a living shadow and making scarcely a sound, he considered co-ranks. He had never really held one before. They had been a big thing back at home, but he'd never really officially secured a ~title~ for himself. He just…did what needed to be done. He had hunted, he had guarded, he had scouted and spied and babyshat (omg lmfao I have to leave that) – babysat – and everything in between…but he had never held the concrete title of any one specific skill. He wondered now what his brothers might do themselves, and what job might best suit him personally.