[i]Something to think about in the long term, then,[/i] Fendros noted to himself, looking out at the water again. He sat virtually in silence while he dried off, which didn't take too long with the weather the way it was. His own smell made him feel as if he would never be clean as long as he was a lycan, but that was just another thing to add to the list of things to get used to. 

Once he felt that he was dry enough, Fendros made his way back to the encampment. The rest of the pack had dissipated from around the fire and were attending to their own activities. Watching them all, Fendros found himself at a loss as to what to do. He wasn't strong enough yet to spar or to shoot, like Janius and Ahnasha appeared to be practicing some routines for, he could hear the sound of metal being worked from wherever Lorag had set himself up, but Fendros doubted he would have anything to add, and Fedros couldn't even pretend to know what concoction Runt was mixing up.

Fendros' eyes found the equipment that he had retrieved earlier in the day, some of it was damaged, and much of it was dirty. He decided that he would spend the rest of the day cleaning and maintaining his equipment. In the end he repaired his belt and its accessories, making sure to use the same technique as he was taught making his loincloth to make sure that his belt wouldn't break again if he transformed. This time, he was more careful with the blade he used. Apart from occasionally asking his new packmates where certain resources were kept, there wasn't much interaction. Fendros suspected that they could tell that he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Once he was all done, it was past sunset, and everyone was preparing to retire for the night.