finders keepers

Wendigo was making his meandering way through the lands, reacquainting himself with the lands he intended to take by storm. This beach had a lot of pack scents on it, though no solid claim markers yet - likely he'd have come here anyway, once he'd wandered this direction, though - so he moved with arrogant confidence across the black sand beach that glittered so charmingly in the sunlight. On a whim, he flung himself onto a sandy dune that gave him a good view of the beach and flopped onto his belly to stretch out and soak up the warm sun. His cat-like eyes blinked drowsily. He wondered idly what pack was near enough that their scent was gathered so thickly here. Not one he recognized, but then again he hadn't bothered to introduce himself to any packs other than Aerie, and while he was acquainted with the Fireside scent from his father's earlier visits when he was still a member, this was not that either, so there was zero chance he'd have recognized it regardless. Giving in to the impulse, he let escape a wide, jaw-cracking yawn that curled his tongue and practically did the same to his toes.