Scott Collins || 23 years || Shapeshifter - hyena || Tagged: Ozymandias
- One quiet pawstep after another. There weren't too many leaves on the ground, but Scott was careful not to step on those that had already fallen. He walked around the area that surrounded their new home, a cabin that they had claimed ever since they had to relocate after a wildfire. That fire took things from all the shifters in their band, not just personal items, but their leader. They were all dealing with it in different ways, some taking the loss harder than others. They barely had time to grieve before the band decided to move across the country.
For now at least they were safe in the cabin. They had been working on fixing up the place to make it livable, and it was certainly close. It had power and they each had their own spaces. He wasn't really a handyman though, so instead, every morning he'd patrol the area. Without Lucy, someone would need to make sure the band and their secret was safe. He just needed to make sure he wasn't spotted himself. It wasn't as if hyenas were native to Pennsylvania, but at least in this form he could hear and smell better. There was always a scent that put him a little on edge. It was similar to the shifters' scents, but different. He knew scents of everyone in their band, so this strange scent was either other shifters, or something else, but he wasn't too eager to meet them. These creatures could be aggressive and want to drive them out, but so far, they hadn't crossed paths. Maybe it would stay that way.
With everything all quiet, Scott made his way back towards the cabin. He noticed that Ozymandias had finished patching the leak in the roof and was now lounging in a nearby hammock. Scott himself decided to find a shady spot under a tree and lay down, resting his head on crossed paws. Autumn may have begun, but it still felt like summer. At least in the shade it wasn't quite as hot. He hadn't been resting long before he heard the lion shifter mention he was hungry. The hyena lifted his own head as his stomach decided to speak for himself. He hadn't grabbed anything before he went patrolling, so it seemed about right that he'd be hungry now. He sat himself up with a big yawn, sort of waiting to see if anyone would cook or if someone wanted to go to town. Maybe someone would want to go hunting even. Scott was pretty easy going, so he'd do whatever the others wanted.
