Run. Run Away and Never Return!

The liger giant asked her what the place was called and Taiga tipped her head back and forth in a contemplative fashion. "This continent is called Auster. These are the Runestones." she then motioned towards the north. "That way lays Boreas, across the land bridge." The lioness had come to know these lands fairly well, though she knew Auster less well than the frigid northern territories. Lion though she may be, winter was her element, as the thick coat indicated.

He had come from the sea; an intriguing thought. Desert cats like his species of lion weren't as fond of water as she was, she imagined. And yet... he'd come across the water and he lay in water now. Perhaps she didn't know as much about this newer blood as she thought. That was good. Taiga liked surprises.

A name was given and it was a very fitting one at that. The maned man looked like a Raumr. His cheeky reply, asking her to help him, brought an intrigued rumble from the black and white feline. Was he testing her? Did he expect her to reject his offer? Hmm.

Rising from her place in the grass, Taiga stepped out into the cool water of the stream. Physical contact was common in cats, and so she wasted no time in beginning to groom him, her warm, pink tongue dragging across his brow. She could taste the salt on his fur and wouldn't be able to take much of it, but she'd risen to the challenge, at least.

"Taiga"