Timestamp: 20th of Summer
Walking out into the pouring rain, bundled fishing net in hand, Atl started for the gates of Taloba where he'd arranged to meet his fang mates and a few others. Fishing wasn't the first choice he had on his mind to spend the day doing, but an offer from one of his fang mates was hard to refuse. The older scout was a man to be respected, and more so ever a trusted friend. Any invitation from him was to be accepted without hesitation, at least, that was how Atl saw it.
He looked ready to go out on patrol, suited up with his weapons in armor in preparation for any of the jungles' denizens that they might come across on their way to the shore, as well as dealing with whatever creatures, if any they might catch with their nets. It was good to be prepared. That kept you alive in the jungle wilds.
"Tohr!" Atl called out to the older scout as he neared the group gathered by the gate. The myrian returned the greeting by firmly clasping his forearm. "Its good to see you. I feared you wouldn't find your way to use with all the rain"
"Even blinded I could find you by smell alone" He jabbed back at his friend with a clap across the shoulder. His eyes immediately looked to the others in the group, most the familiar faces of his fang mates but some he didn't recognize. It didn't much matter, they would all know each other soon enough anyways.