Kamota had been making his daily rounds, in fulfillment of Ash's order that besides hunting, Kamota was to check the borders once or twice a day for Tenzin or Rhysis. He noticed a few scents, but mainly Poison Path, a few stale loners scents hung in the air. He continued marking borders, looking at the lake. So many different things had happened on this territory. But his thoughts went back to Tenzin. The devil wolf had sworn vengeance. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and the mountains was a freezer. "Why is my life such a living hell that I need to watch over my back constantly, on the off chance my fallen brother is there to kill me." He wondered as he walked.
Kamota smiled a bit at a warm, familiar scent, but his smile faded when he recognized it. Another Laylani was in the lore. She was looking for him too. "Shit! Why do you hate me god? First Tenzin, now this?" He said, he hadn't heard of Namara's change yet and he didn't trust his sister to do the right thing. He watched in guard, his tail raised high and his stance tall in dominance. His eyes narrowed looking for the Laylani, his former sister. She'd still be his sister if he hadn't denounced the name Laylani.
That made him remember, he still had no idea what to call himself. Kamota wouldn't do. Without a last name, it was weird. It was like his identity being stolen. Kamota Poison? no, that could never do. Maybe Kamota Star? No, not that either.
-Like a phoenix, I rise from the ashes.-
~Anger is a short madness.