Table & Coding © Raze; 508 words
While Symera hadn't bothered to make too much of an introduction of herself to her fellow clan mates it didn't mean that she had been idle. While she didn't play the social game that others seemed to do she had still maintained her rank. After all a good number of the newer skulls that lined the borders, having been placed there to replace those that were old or broken, were due to her. They were due to her obsession with genocide. She believed that wolves were akin to the devil incarnate and therefore needed to be wiped from the face of the earth. In her opinion they were all horrible monsters and nothing more. And for that very reason the only fate that the whole lot of them deserved was death.
Symera had wandered out to the borders at the far edge, the one opposite of where the mansion was, of Inferni in order to inspect the skulls there. She was checking for signs of age and damage to figure out how many would need to be replaced. She had already brought one, seeing as she couldn't travel this far out and not have a purpose in mind, to replace one of the cracked skulls. She had taken the old one down and fitted it atop her head only to place the still bloody skull in its place.
She was on her way back towards the mansion, still with the sun bleached and weather worn wolf skull atop her head, when she heard the sound of a voice coming from a nearby forested area. She had yet to explore the sub-territory, though she had passed it by often enough when making her way towards the borders. So to actually hear someone in there had her vaguely curious. Who was it and who were they talking to? Also, what was it that was being given away. Staring out through the eye holes of the skull she eased her way through the trees until she reached the clearing where she found a male and some birds.
She wasn't certain what was going on but held her tongue. She was more the type to observe and then if she couldn't figure it out on her own would she finally ask. Such is just what she was doing now and what she figured out was that the male was watching the birds but she didn't know for what purpose. What was so interesting about watching something else eat? Slowly, and still silently, she moved over to stand next to the male. Perhaps if she was able to view it from his vantage point then perhaps she would figure out just what made the display so interesting. What was it about the feasting of scavengers that made them unable to be looked away from? But then again Symera had no idea that others in the pack used them for their vigil. The only animal that she knew of to be an asset to Inferni were the rats that she helped to care for.
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