vaas had experience with injuries, unlike some he was not spiled by a doteing mother or parent figure, instead rather he was thrown in the wild, told to fend for himself- find himself or die. he was better for it in the end, with a wavering loyalty and a cunning hidden behind veiled eccentricity, the tiger felt no compulsion to show. Even in a clan that didn't treat him horribly, it was always better to keep tricks up his sleeve. it felt better to hide in plain sight than it ever would to show his nature.

it was the call of the meeting that had the tiger prowling towards the sound, looking around curiously inside the dome and what part of the sea it allocated for view. his eyes finally landed on the leader- goldenluxury, and he noticed the weakness in her form, a frown on his maw as he padded closer, only to sit where most of the other cremates would settle around before her. Waiting for whatever she had to say. Maybe later he'd talk to the soothsayer about keeping an eye on the leader. If only for the clan's prolonged efficiency.