Barrow Fields tiger's hunt

In her mission to find a place to settle, Julep had moved south instead of north where the cliffs were. She was certain she didn't want to live right on top of her closest allies, knowing well that trouble could spark up any minute, but she also realized that he couldn't bear the idea of living too far inland. The one thing that changed that idea was the plains that she saw herself crossing to reach the ridges along the borders of the mountain range. That shit was endless, and it would take making an actual effort if she ever decided to have a nice beach day. So the idea of the ridge was scraped just as quickly as it came up.

So she turned to find her way back to the shore, picking up her pace realizing how much she missed the breeze. And just before she hit the coast the tigress came across a stranger. From a distance she didn't think much of it, and as per usual she made her way right towards them to strike up a conversation. But when she got closer she couldn't decide whether she believed her eyes. The markings along the stranger's torso weren't so strange at all, and if Julep wasn't mistaken she had never seen anyone with those exact same marks that didn't bear the name Cairn.

Oi! she barked from afar, trotting her way down to the coffee coated wanderer with a weird smile on her face. Hopefully she wouldn't think Julep was a lunatic.