Douglas walked steadily over to his ax, keeping an eye on the skinwalker just in case, but she seemed to maintain her relaxed posture. He grabbed his ax in his mouth and than walked over to Samsara ready to follow her to this Mahapadma.
His mind wandered back into his madness, as he absentmindedly followed the skinwalker. Images of violence flashed through his head, mixed with the idea of working with others to kill. He hoped he would prove himself to be very powerful within this herd. A bit of wariness followed though as he was sure to find those more vicious than himself and probably more adapt.
He scolded himself in his mind for his future and past failings...and grumbles could be heard as he walked along.
