Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

{-Deep Forest Seclusion-}
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The green tiger was standing patiently in the water. His tail was still, hovering just above the water and not moving. The deep green eyes were locked on the water, more specifically, below the water's surface were slowly but surely the fish were returning. It didn't take long for the fish to forget their recently fallen comrade. As they returned Matthias simply waited for a more sizable one to appear, hopefully a bit bigger than that snack he chocked on before. He could heare the sound of paws in the woods but Matt thought little of it. Rarely was he approached by others because of his species. It was then he saw a nice perch swim by. The thing was huge, a much better meal than the first one he caught and certainly would help fill him up.

He slowly took his paw up, some fish scattered but they quickly came back, the one however was indeed there. He heard the thud of something hitting the ground behind him but ignored it, then the voice just as he made his move. He miss smashing his paw into the water but the fish getting away. He growled. Why would ANYONE do that? Talk to someone why there were fishing? The tiger didn't bother to look at her, despite her pleasantries. Or even reply. He was quite frustrated with what had just happened. Matthias never missed a catch, save for the times when he was little. His tail flicked again, unaware that more company was around save himself and this tigress that had ruined a good meal for him.

He turned around and scooped up the small fish, before beginning his walk down the river, promptly ignoring the tigress fem. Should she choose to follow that would be her business, however at that moment he promptly disliked everything about her all especially her strange sounding voice. It was then he spotted the other tigress and gave a mild moan of displeasure. Really? Two of them? Though he wasn't about to ruin her hunt so he stopped and watched. It was lucky for Autumn Leaves that he wasn't the killing type. One thing his mother taught him was to respect it of sorts.

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