10-17-2018, 12:50 AM
[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The tiger had been walking throughout the territory with both curved ears angled forward, he would let out a soft breath escape his slightly parted jaws. The feeling of being distant was often stronger these past few days, it bothered the Marauder a lot and he knew there wasn't much he could do about it. He supposed that he simply needed to deal with this in a different way yet he didn't know how to do it, he often found himself staring off into the distance and felt his ears heat up at the mere thought of it. Quill made his way back to camp with some prey hanging from his powerful jaws, he set them onto the kill pile before sitting down to look down at the bandana wrapped around his fore leg. He couldn't wear it properly around his throat anymore it made him think that he should probably give it to one of his daughters, he was unsure of who of course but that decision would be made later. The tiger stretched out his forelegs until his belly touched the ground did he lay there peacefully without much of a thought, things were a whole lot easier under Stryker's rule than Esklav's. So much easier. He let out a soft huff.