The large black male had spent a little time getting used to this packs territories, sniffing around outside the caverns, getting the lay of the land, so to speak. But it was inside the howling caves that he was currently focusing his energy and time upon. The communal areas always seemed to hold some sort of activity, there was always someone around which was both a good and a bad thing. Most seemed to leave Kai well enough alone, which for the moment suited him just fine. Only when he approached and made it clear he wanted to talk or ask something, did they seem to return the conversation. Perhaps it was the somewhat hostile aura he seemed to give off. He had never really been the most approachable individual, and even though he wanted to fit in this pack which meant he would have to talk to people and be a little less stubborn and aggressive, he still found it unsettling to be in such close proximity with others all the time.
Making his way through the halls in his much preferred Secui form, passing a few dens on the way, using his snout to sniff out who may or may not be around, Malakai approached the communal area and for once found it to be empty. His feral eyes swept the room as if to ensure that no-one else was around, and rather smugly trotted inside as if he owned the place. His focus wandered over the empty seats and his mind wandered to the last time he had been in here. That cat he had sent scampering towards the door, the two-toned female he belonged to.. A sort left him as he thought on it. Well, least she wasn't here to ruin his fairly good mood. He rather liked having the place to himself for the moment.
As Kai let his gaze wander to the few weapons on the wall, he had remembered he had done the same thing when the the pack leaders had performed the blood-letting ceremony. He flexed his front paw where the scar was still visible from the cut, wondering where everyone else was. Kai decided he would try to pay the Angela a visit at some point soon, to see exactly where he might fit in to this pack of outcasts, if there was any special skill he could contribute to make himself at least partly useful around the place.
Table and Siggy by Sammiie; Photo by Diana Pinto@flickr
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