In his first few weeks living in Inferni, he had stayed with Kaena. However, as the Clan became home to him the youth had ventured off on his own. Mason had staked out his own little place to call his own in the larger scheme of things. His cave wasn't anything to get excited about, but he was proud to call it his own. It was a small cavern with a single chamber. He wondered if it would be large enough to accommodate him when he was finally able to shift into Optime form.
That was a prospect that he found exciting, but he had also began to develop the virtue of patience. It was something that he had lacked in his younger months. But the last few weeks especially had been full of lessons for him to learn from. Patience was a virtue, and it was a skill that he had to develop if he wanted to survive on his own. He wanted to contribute to the pack, surely, but he also wanted to be able to make his own path and not be dead weight.
He was on his way to the mansion though. He had found a dusty skull which was in obvious disrepair when he had been exploring the city. The skull was larger, obviously belonging to a larger canine like a wolf. The boy thought he would bring it to Kaena to see if she would want to stick it up on a spit around the clan borders. He was not tall enough to get it up there himself. It got to be a bit much dragging it, though, so he found a way to carry it on his head. His coin colored eyes burned from behind the empty sockets of the yellowing skull. The skull's snout hung down Mason's chest, nearly dragging on the ground.
Before he brought the skull to Kaena, he wanted to see if there was any way he could make it seem cooler. It was obvious that he had not made the kill for this wolf, but he could at least see if there was some paint he could splatter all over it. Maybe he could make it red like blood. As he struggled to get the skull to a proper point of balance, the boy made his way into the mansion.
His eyes faintly glowed from behind the eye holes as his bright gaze turned upon Halo. He cocked his head to the side, the fangs of the skull scraping on the ground as he did so. She was dressed in an outfit he had never seen before. It was strange and the fabric moved around her. But he liked it. He wagged his tail, but did not say much of anything. He turned his eyes and the others. Strange scents were coming from them. He was slightly confused because he had never encountered those scents before, and so he did not speak and just waited to see what was up.