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Tagging @Floki but open!

He slept not in the open, but hidden among a pile of boulders; his body matched the size of some stones, though not the color. It did not matter so much that he be found by the others of the pack, as he would need to learn of them eventually — but Lazarus cared little for them. His intent in the first few days bounced between resting and gathering information. He slept long hours and then toiled away for chunks of time, scouring the mountains many paths and studying the scents he found along the way. Occasionally he would find the scent of the dark woman, and instinct directed that he roll in it. When he found indication of others - males specifically - he would pass them by or, obnoxiously, raise his leg and replace the mark with his own. Lazarus was not vindictive as he did this. He left much of the more obvious indicators in place, making it seem as if he was simply relieving himself — and by the time night fell, he carried the perfume of the dark woman and her mountain home.