Curiosity drew him to the plateau, with it's strange relics of creatures long dead. For as long as he could remember, he had been fascinated by such things, preferring the use of his mind in study rather than in battle as his former pack had. It had been just one of his many interests that had not gained the approval of the pack.
Loki paused in his slow meander to sniff curiously at a chunk of metal. What was it? What had it been used for? The circular shape with the pattern of holes held no meaning for him, but he'd seen more than a few in his current perusal.
He shook out his sleekly profuse fur, considering whether or not to continue with his exploration. Green eyes examined the landscape distractedly. If he weren't to continue, he had nothing else planned. Ah, the only downside of living outside a pack. At least when he'd been part of a pack, there was always someone around for him to manipulate or trick, always some mischief to play at. Alone there was only his mind for company, and at this moment he was finding it somewhat dull.
