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[MORAG TONG.]

The irony of chiding Kainan about his work ethic wasn't lost on Morag Tong, although he still felt a vague sense of embarrassment pass over him as it was pointed out. Even he had to admit that his patrolling habits seemed to be overkill, but he simply couldn't help it. He had been raised to patrol since birth, told that doing so was vital in making sure everyone was safe. He didn't believe that to have changed, even if the tribe faced far less threats than his birth home did. So, with a soft chuckle, the tiger responded, "Don't worry, I do. Wouldn't have much energy to patrol if I didn't take breaks to eat." Granted, he mainly found his own meals while out on said patrols.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Kainan dropped his voice into a low whisper, Morag having gotten used to their covert exchanges long ago. He didn't feel too bad about keeping the whole side-job a secret, considering it made it easier to sniff out any rats within the tribe as well – not that there had been any thus far. Shaking his head in response to the hybrid's question, the tiger's voice dropped down into his own mutter, "Not anything too important, all things considered. Nothing I'd think to be a threat, anyways. We do seem to have some very interesting neighbors, though. I've heard of some other smaller groups around. The Frostblown, The Golden Eye... even one that seems to live in a castle. None of them appear to be threats, though... not yet, anyways." The other groups certainly were interesting, but the assassin had yet to notice any of them straying too close to the tribe's borders.