Mason had taken to lurking around the borders like a small, sandy colored ghost. Since he had met Hybrid, he had adopted a much more reserved attitude, especially regarding wolves. His interactions with Hybrid had boosted his confidence. Mason was the youngest member of Inferni at the moment, and he had an unquenchable thirst to prove himself worthy of his place in the clan. Hybrid had not regarded him as a chid, unfit to protect the clan, when they had found the strange yellow furred wolf wandering in their woods. Instead, he had regarded him as something of an untutored equal.
He found that sort of thing heady. He felt like he was no longer just mimicking adult behaviors, and that perhaps it was time to advance his skills. He patrolled the borders bit by bit everyday, rubbing his flanks against trees and posts to reinforce the scent of Inferni on his skin. He had been here for months, and was growing into his frame now. He was at the point in his development where his limbs had stretched and now he was lanky and moved somewhat awkwardly. Nevertheless, Mason was pleased to be growing. He had yearned to grow since before he had arrived here.
The Tirones Minor found the "fence line" mounted with skulls sickeningly fascinating. It was a macabre show of power, and something that he decided he liked very much. Perhaps one day he would be able to mount a head upon a post at the borders, and let it stand as a testament to the world that Mason was fearsome and would defend Inferni with maddening devotion. His loyalty was not mindless, but the bit of invincibility he felt was definitely foolhardy. Growing or not, the boy was still smaller in stature due to his coyote-dominant blood.
Oversized ears pricked when he heard a voice using an unfamiliar language. Both curious and suspicious, the boy weaved his way between the mounted skulls. "What do you want?" he said between gritted teeth.