Pain still throbbed through the great cat's skull. Every step sent another dull pulse echoing around his cranium but at least the itching in his wounds told him they were healing. Skælingr paused to catch his breath. The winter had not been a kind one to the tiger, he had chosen to travel outside of Alacritis and in doing so he finally managed to find more of his own kind. However, the other male he'd ran into was fiercely aggressive and before too long a violent fight broke out leaving both wounded and Skælingr blind in his right eye. Go figure.
Striped tail twitched as his gaze turned south. More than equipped to handle the cold weather his body urged him too seek a gentler climate to recover this spring. Step after step he set out methodically moving to where he wanted, alert for threats but at the same time moving in the languid, lazy fashion of a top predator who had little to fear…. except his own kind. How terribly ironic.
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Nostrils flared as the tiger took in the scents of the valley, searching for anything of interest. He had no real goals at the moment, other than healing his tired body and there were a number of factors to consider in making a temporary home. Face contorted as he caught a strange scent. It was feline enough but nothing he recognized. Jade gaze scanned the horizon, stopping on an incredibly thin, lithe cat boasting an earthen coat dotted in black. What the heck was that?
Crouching down Skælingr continued to watch the foreign feline, his tail twitching lightly behind him as curiosity consumed his senses.
