Despite the cold, wet weather, the youngest member of Inferni still made his way to the coast. It had become like home to him, in a way. It was the place where he felt the safest, for whatever ridiculous reason. When he was here, he did not feel like he was young, inexperienced, and useless. Instead, he felt in tune with whatever was around him. The ocean was a tremulous thing, but he had mastered some small part of it, he felt.
The first skill that Mason felt he had truly mastered was fishing. He had spent several hours a day during his first few months here by the seaside. Sometimes he would even secret himself away to Whisper Beach, a stretch of shoreline on neutral territory. Through fishing, he was able to provide for himself and for his clan, in some small way. Fish were the only game he could really collect with any skill, but his prey was abundant. Mason hadn't been hungry in weeks.
The water was too rough with the rain storms to be placid enough to show his reflection. But he knew that if he were to look that his body would have lengthened, his build becoming more and more lanky. The boy was a hybrid, but his coyote blood was the most pronounced part of his heritage. The size of his chest was the only thing that really hinted at his wolf heritage. Approaching the foam-edged waters, his coin colored eyes were bright as he watched for the tell tale shadows of fish below the surface.