Redhawk Caldera AQUACULTURE

Tiger bounded cheerily (enough) toward the pack. With the passing of Jaws, her demeanor had soured somewhat for the time. Jaws, handsome, roguish, fun Jaws, had died. Was dead. Is dead. She grit her teeth. No, she didn't know him all that well, but what she had known she liked, and she had liked a lot. His spirit, his face, his experience in the sack... she huffed. Tiger struggled with all of this, all while thinking of the last time...

God, she felt sick.

That cheer was gone for an instant, but in the presence of the leaders, cubs, and brother (in law), she mustered up a grin. She hadn't really spent much time with any of the kids, but intended on becoming more invasive and present. Now that she couldn't squish them or fall on them and thus kill them, it was definitely easier to be around them. She moved to bump into Elwood, who perhaps might catch the lackluster look in her eye, but that pleasant grin lingered there.