He could smell the mixed, pungent scent of others. A mass of others, even. It got him thinking, and so he went forward, further into the area before he spotted the gathering. So many wolves wandering about, and like any curious creature, Mockingbird had to get closer to them, had to see what was going on.
They were everywhere. He remembers one of the last things he had done when he was here before, and it was to watching such a crowd as this. So many of them, and Mockingbird circled the outskirts where he could, getting closer with each passing second to those gathered.

Mockingbird counted... eleven girls and twelve boys. Not quite an even number, and he was about to bounce it into another uneven added in. Not that he cared on if it was eeven numbered or not between genders, because he could find either or attractive. Yes, he wanted a female mate, but that wouldn't mean he couldn't look at the males a little. He'd been born particular, and wanting companionship from a female did not change that fact. He was what he was. Sometimes he didn't know if there was a reason he existed anymore, though. It had been that way for years, all those bitter years.

And he was wondering if the looks he got now were because he didn't make sense to anyone's nose. Freak of nature beyond what this place considered demons and angels. Or they had once, he knows that. He had kept away from all of that, but he had also kept away from most things as he had needed to be on the down low to carry out the goal he'd held dear those years ago. He shared a line with cannibals; the first unlabeled demons, but he did not need to feed on the flesh of his own. He could and would if there was reason, but there often was not. He had enough problems as it was. Though... he had eaten Cobryn.