Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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The white, red striped feline moved at an easy pace, her movements languid. The Siberian tigress was a fair size for her breed, made bigger by her thick winter pelt; she had odd eyes, one blue, one green, and one side of her face was still marked with half-healed, jagged wounds. They had stopped bleeding pretty quickly, but they irritated her with their constant stinging; still, it was her fault for getting herself hurt in battle, she supposed. 

The riverbank was quiet today, and the tigress padded along lost in her own thoughts, candy cane tail swinging behind her. Her gaze flickered after a bird that took off from under her paws, and she swiped at it almost lazily, swatting it to the ground with unsheathed claws and killing   it instantly. It was some kind of wild turkey; an alright snack to keep her going for the moment.

She kept moving, holding the bird swaying limply in her jaws, then twitched her ears as she caught the scent of another tiger. In all her time here, she had only met one other of her species, and she hadn't been friendly at all. 

Matthias soon came into sight, and she approached him with a relaxed air, dropping the bird at her paws. 
"Bleck. Those feathers have a hankering to make me choke." she said in her thick texan accent. "Evenin'. The names Autumn Leaves, and yourself?" she quirked an eyebrow inquiringly, a friendly smile on her maw.

She hoped this tiger was marginally more approachable than the last one. Then again, that wouldn't be saying much.

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