Atticus

The young hybrid pup made his trekk along the edge of a shallow, frozen pool of water. His stunning white fur would have blended in well with the snow, if it weren't for the patch of gray on his head and rump. But Atticus felt very braze and confident in himself, even though he was getting very cold and hungry, and had no idea where he was. Obtaining food, ovoiding predators, and all the like were things he didn't know how to do yet, being so young as he was. But none of that bothered him at the moment. Heck, it didn't even cross his mind.

The youngster plotted on, his blunt little nose to the snowy ground while his paws kicked and shuffled through the snow. His senses were utterly swamed with new scents, and he couldn't tell one odor from the other. But he was having fun! Finally being out of the den and exploring was a great thrill! Of course, his parents may not be happy when they found out... but of course, that didn't really cross Atticus's mind either.

Iris

The temperatures hang just above freezing down in the marshland. The sun was very dull, hardly even being there. The trees were bare, with the frozen leaves upon the ground. A white wolf that could easily blend with the snow caustiously trotted through the muddy ravines that surrounded the area. Every so often she would stop and lower her nose, just barely touching the ground, and sniff for any scent. Wolves had definately been around here. She picked her trot back up when a new scent caught her attention. Iris turned her head just a little to the right and saw a white pup playing around. She thought it cute at first, but when she noticed that no adult seemed to be watching him. Sure, she, herself, was still young also, she knew better than to run off. And her parents made sure she knew that, too.

Iris didn't know what to do. She wanted to warn the pup about the dangers about being alone, but then again she didn't want it's parents finding out that the younging had been talking to a complete stranger. The white wolf thought about this for a minute or two, all the while watching the pup play. She sighed to release the stress that had just entered her mind. Then, she thought of what was best. Iris carefully looked around and then brought her gaze back upon the pup. Slowly she walked towards it, not wanting to make the pup nervous. She was just trying to help.

Atticus

Atticus was just delighting himself in a barren root, tugging and thrashing at the sturdy thing, when Iris came up to him. The play toy was released as he looked curiously upon the stranger, cocking his little head to the side and trying to decided what to make of her. Being just a little pup, he didn't stop to think that any strangers could be dangerous, so he suddenly dropped his front quarters to the ground and stuck his hind end up in the air, in a play bow. "Hi!" Atticus yipped, waving his tail around.

Iris

The young fae watched as the youngster tugged on the barren root. As much as it looked like fun, she had to resist to be as adult-like as possible. When he gave the sign to play, she urged herself not to give it back. She stiffened her tail and raised her head and let her vocals come out as responsible as ever. "Little one, what are you doing out here? Do you know the dangers of being outside your den without your parents? What is your name?" Her soft blue eyes tried to convince him.

Atticus

Atticus raised himself up now, giving up his play stance once it was clear that Iris wasn't going to play. The youngster frowned a bit as his father's vile personality began to show through just a touch. More than anything, he didn't like that he escaped his parent's eyes, only to be found and questioned by someone else. "Doin' what I want to. What's it to you?" He asked, trying to sound as bold and certain of himself as possible. His tone really wasn't rude yet, for he wasn't trying to be mean. Just 'in control' sounding. "The name's Atticus."

Iris

The young fae looked down upon the pup and held a straight face. She narrowed her eyes just slightly. "Well, Atticus, if you want to live I suggest you high-tail it back to your den. It's dangerous out here, especially now since the winter is coming very soon. Predetors will be lurking for food, and a young pup would certainly be good for them." Iris tried not to remember when her brother was eaten by another wolf when he was being foolish and left the den. She didn't want it to happen to another young life like Atticus's.