Hello old friends, won’t you come and have a chat ~~ Open, relaxing

[MORAG TONG.]

The river was one of Morag Tong's more beloved part of the tribe's territory, particularly when the summer months began to arrive. The tiger's thick and colorful pelt did a great deal to help him when winter was around, spreading icy tendrils over the earth and sending cold into his veins. But when the spring and summer arrived, and the sun saw fit to beat down mercilessly upon all of them? That was when Morag most appreciated the water, as it offered an escape. A refuge, really. Not that the assassin would ever complain too much about the sun. It – he – was quite an important part of the tribe's culture, after all.

It wasn't often that Morag came across Kainan legitimately relaxing, so he had to say that it was a rather pleasant surprise as he crossed the other's path that morning. The hybrid's relaxed posture and smooth humming radiated an air of peace, and the spiritualist almost didn't want to interrupt that with his presence. Still, he also knew that Kainan wouldn't consider him to be an interruption. So, he moved over to the riverbank, settling down onto his belly and letting his paws dip down into the shifting waters. With his own little hum, Morag Tong greeted the other softly, "Morning, Kainan. Good to see you finally getting some well-deserved rest." Not that he had much room to talk. The tiger was almost always vaguely on edge, ready to protect the tribe if something went wrong, or someone threatened them. Thankfully, they remained largely unbothered for the most part, mainly due to their status as a new and still developing group.