Sitting with a straight back. Shoulders set. Of course such manner of meeting wasn’t exactly Atlas’s favorite. Nor was tea.

In fact. No meeting should be long enough to warrant any food or beverage to aid it. Though if it is Silcos request…then.

So be it.

pliable flesh, Atlas relaxes. Tail once held taut losing some of its tension. Falling in a manner that could be perceived as relaxed. That is what he had wanted to hear.

Sucking a breath through clenched teeth, Atlas releases with a sigh.

"I'm flexible." Spoken with a gentle roll of shoulders.

territories without prior research and acknowledgments.

Silco was a big player of the underground city.

Something that meant more power. More influence. And more money, the true root of it all. What pulled the most strings. Controlled the most lives.

Money.

Pressing nails against soft

- to become comfortable. Resting a pointed elbow on a raised knee. Fingertips resting, pressed to the wolf’s lower lip.

Of course something like this was a gamble for everyone involved. Both money and safety are on the line. Unlike many however. Atlas wasn't one to blindly walk into such dangerous

Atlas’s gaze shifts. Only slightly to affix the man with a look. Ears flicking forward. A subtle response. One that Silco is no doubt used to picking up considering the traces of blue fur that clung to every soft surface.

“Do I seem the paternal type.” His tone is flat, unamused. Body shifting -