The Tirones Minor was a child of mixed blood, but as every day passed it was becoming more and more apparent that his coyote genetics were dominant. Despite the fact that the trunk of his body was slightly bigger than his thin limbs suggested, he found that he was still too undersized to fully participate in hunting for large game. The boy did not mind that he would be smaller than his wolfen mother. His memories of her were misty and distant. He had been quite young when he had lost her. He was young still, which was why he did not mind being so small. Still, he hoped that he would grow soon enough and be able to do new things.
Mason often wondered out to Hades Beach. The young boy fished often. It was an easier way for him to get food. And in the last few weeks, his methods had improved. His session with Hezekiah, another member of the clan, had taught him to think creatively while pursuing his prey. He felt much more comfortable fishing now. Plus, when he fished he did not feel like he was dead weight for the clan. Because he was young, his contributions to the clan were quite limited. But at least he knew how to feed himself and provide a little extra for the others, when he could.
As Mason trotted down the dunes, a new scent caught his attention. The boy saw a mass of clothes and fur very nearby. He approached without thought to danger. Inferni was his home and he trusted his safety here. And if he did need help, it was only a call away. He had witnessed only a few weeks previous how capable and vicious his clanmates could be, when they took down an intruder with bloody force. The boy saw the quiet, still form of a girl in Optime form. Because of his youth, he was unable to assume the two-legged form, but it was not unfamiliar to him. Her eyes were closed and she seemed still. Curious, and thinking that the angle of her limbs was slightly off, he lowered his nose to her neck to smell her, to see if there was a pulse.
