Lazing around, desultorily chewing what was left of the meat off a bone, Wendigo was practically asleep he was feeling so chill. No, no, not really. He was so bored he was practically buzzing under his fur, taking his boredom out on the bone like it was the cause of his irritation. He wondered if he should go track down Marrow... or maybe go tease Calliope into attacking him again. Oh, oh, he could go meander around until he found a pack to trespass in, see if they got riled over it. Might be fun to see if they tried to capture him. Might be a bit of a change of pace if they did, hanging around in a pack all day making trouble for them until they went crazy. Or until he got bored again and just fought his way free, either way. It was a thought anyway.

He cracked the bone between his teeth meditatively. You know, he didn't feel like he was really fulfilling his purpose like this. He was, if he admitted it to himself, mostly bored because he was dissatisfied with his progress, and - here was where he needed to really buckle in and dig deep in the soul searching - it was because he wasn't really even trying. Was it because there was some deep fear of failure, and if he didn't try he couldn't fail? Or was he just lazy? It could, really, be either. So, trespassing and teasing some packs was at least a start. It was at least something.

He'd give it until the next morning to make a decision on that. Maturity meant not making an impulsive decision when in the throes of boredom, right? He'd find something to take the edge off that first, so that he could make a more impactful decision.

A long swath of moorland stretched out before Star. The spring thaw seemed to make the mists over the moors a little thicker and she quite liked that. Easier to conceal her svelte frame should she so wish it. Right now though, Star didn't mind being seen. She was investigating, after all.

Delicate paws carried the woman out into the heart of the moor. She sniffed this and that, testing scents of those that came and went. The path of least resistance, Star had chosen to follow a game trail. As she smelled the scent of rabbit and pheasant, her stomach growled loudly. A frown tugged down the corners of the fae's maw and she silently willed her stomach to shut the fuck up.

Up ahead, Dundee growled, his grating snarl cutting through the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. He was warning her. Star moved up beside the little devil, blue eyes looking out over the landscape to land upon a darkly colored brute who lazily chewed on a bone. Mmm... did she want to be social or did she want to fade back into the mist? Choices choices.

"Starchild Dunamis"