Firefly Glen Why you always seem in a bad mood?

The call sounded and Atlas was quick to respond. His dark ears cupped in the direction of Keres' summons, long legs carrying him swiftly across the glen's grounds. The urgency could be felt in the air as the inkwell closed the space between himself and Keres. The light of his golden gaze was etched with worry, but Atlas did not speak as he approached; he waited for the others who would surely not be far behind.