And You're Gonna Hear Me Roar

He did not expect a brightly colored creature to be found in the northern landscapes, but Siberian tigers must have their own skills and traits that allow them to do so. Perhaps camouflage was not as important in this feline's case but a cat was a cat, no matter the differences. Although the earthen man preferred his own ways and techniques as a lynx.

The gathering had come to an end as the tiger rose to his paws and passed out a polite farewell. He had found this an interesting conversation, but he could not stay in this place for too long. He was always on the move, like any runner would be.

"As do I." He kept his farewell brief, simple yet formal. He really didn't care if he came across these two cats sometime in the future but for now it was best for him to also leave. He found himself walking his own solitary path, a completely different direction from the tiger. His kept his senses alert, making sure no-one dared to follow him.

-exit Ronon-

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