Sozin had taken up residency in a den made of stones which had been assembled by the edge of a small cliff. A family of Hyena's had lived there before him. How did he know? Well, he was the one who had gotten rid of the foul beasts and claimed his den.
It was not large, but it was a fair size and it allowed him cover. The pelt across his back was arranged carefully, as the male had grown bored already and was now looking to find company. To most, this would mean finding someone to converse with, or, though Sozin had never seen the appeal of it, someone to spend the night with. With Sozin, it meant someone to play with...and not the childish play of most, but a darker one, which usually involved scars to both involved.
Sozin had no problems with scars, and had a few minor ones around his body, though he had never been attacked violently enough to leave major ones. If he did get attacked, he would wear them with pride. A scar was a sign of a battle. Unscarred individuals ran the risk of being classed as wimps, and Sozin was no wimp.
He stood outside his den, scanning the surrounding area in hopes of finding a companion for a while, or a some prey beasts to chase.
