Atticus was returning from a grueling night out decked in body armor. You were waiting for him and a smile formed on his exhausted face. "After dealing with something's, some people so horrible the best thing to come home, and hear the footsteps of the greatest little thing I met.." You felt complimented, confused by his words until you finally realized what he was talking about. The little dog that rushed to meet him.

"I found her shivering in the rain, tied outside a few nights ago.. Figured out a name for her during some trouble. " He explained picking her up. "Flare.."