Being stuck in an abandoned house for a few days with Amaranth proved to be quite relaxing to say the least, he didn't trust her fully but it was enough for him to follow her or the other way around. He had managed to wash off most of the blood off of in a stream that was a ways from the house itself, his paws slowly hovering over the scars that were inflicted on once delicate skin. He would lightly touch them with cracked pawpads that were slowly healing, he could feel how they were separated and almost aligned much like a tigers stripes and it still found it amusing even if the story behind the scars wasn't. He listened to the noises that surrounded the area finding it soothing and much more relaxing than waking up in the mornings to get people into the daily routine of work only to work on his own assignments. Truth be told, aside from Kunta being completely stubborn he also happened to be quite the workaholic which frankly wasn't the best qualities someone would want to find in a partner. Well, Blueridge had been fine with it even if she wasn't much different from him but then again she was. . . Different.

After his bathing away from the cabin, he would leave the stream shaking himself out and pulling the tigers skin over his body using it like some kind of protection from the nipping cold and as a towel. He trotted along until he caught sight of a raven perched on a low branch pretty content on eating a nut, the jaguar would slowly stalk forward and leap forward catching the bird between his large paws and catching its writhing neck with powerful jaws that could suffocate even an alligator. He waited until the avian was completely limp before he returned to Amaranth back at the abandoned house with the raven hanging limply from his jaws and entered through the slightly open door setting the corpse of the avian down soon speaking with a twitch of his whiskers "I have food if you're hungry." He stated in a calm voice, that's all he was able to find these days and sometimes if they were lucky there was a deer or two but since he usually took down the bigger kills he often got a few scratches from the antlers.

Living with Amaranth and Khepri was actually pretty nice. Sure, he was an early bird and night owl whenever it came to feeding them but it was the least he could do especially since he was slowly healing from his wounds. It was a lot of movement for someone who was recovering that he was sure that Amaranth often worried that he'd reopen a wound. The jaguar would glance down at his bandages only to flick his ears a bit, the smell of rain still clung to the air but he could make out the scents of several animals. They were near one of the clans and had been thinking of joining one of them, he wasn't sure which clan it was but he just hoped it was either Snowbound or the Ascendants even if the whole pushover demeanor seemed to spike irritation throughout him. But they couldn't stay here anymore.

So, without much words would he offer a nod towards Amaranth deciding to help her with her little cart of plants and would haul them across the territory until he finally found the scent marker showing where the border was located. His curved ears angled forward and he would say in a calm, blunt voice "Kunta Bekoe Ghana and Amaranth Jones, here to join." He was getting straight to the point, he was quite impatient today and he just wanted to settle somewhere.

(wait until caf posts w/amaranth)