Old stomping grounds

Remus had settled into their new home in the ravine and the near by canon just fine and liked it well enough, but that didn't stop his wanderlust from striking and bringing him back out this direction–especially now that the weather was warming up with the coming of spring. He certainly enjoyed exploring and seeing the world change with the seasons, even if it was lands he had already seen. He wasn't super familiar with the willow forest that was past the Armada's old stomping grounds, but he knew it well enough to know where it was and to use it as a land mark to know how far he had gotten as he moved through the south of Boreas.

As he walked though some of the long-branched trees, the sound of growls and a scuffle across the dirt caused him to stop, his two-toned gaze pivoting in the direction of the noise. With a frown, Remus stalked toward the sound of a fight, peeking past the draping tree branches until he spotted the earthen hued male that was currently in a stand off with a tiger. That would certainly explain the growling. He didn't immediately recognize the male, but that didn't mean he didn't have a reason to help. Remus waited for a good opportunity to jump from his hiding place and right as the pair circled by again and the tiger's tail passed by within reach, Remus sprung out, snapping down hard around the flicking, swaying tail. The big cat yowled and immediately tried to swing around toward him, but Remus quickly let go and hopped back with a cheeky grin.

"Remus Armada"