[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]The rain was crashing down, hitting his soft pelt as hard as bullets. A grimaced sketched itself across his maw as he sneaked on; head low and pastel blue eyes flickering around, surveying the area in front and around of him for any danger. Despite being a rather curious fellow, he always trusted his instincts and let's just say that he had every right to feel paranoid because for one, he wasn't exactly familiar with these parts and secondly he was recently attacked when on one of his daily journeys.
His head snapped towards the left. Something just moved behind the bush. He couldn't stop his muscles from tensing up. His heart began pounding uncomfortably against his chest. Another scurry of leaves. Pupils expanding, he lowered his chest right down to the ground and unconsciously sunk his silver claws into the mud. What was it? Two quick sniffs through his nose caused a laugh to ripple through gritted teeth. Really, Walker? He found himself thinking, How old are you? 3 moons? It's a *ing hare for * sake!
The tiger shook a few stray twigs off his smooth fur before jumping to his large paws. He continued walking for a few minutes before he came across a border. Knowing fully well that he wasn't strong enough to fight off a few pissed off members - thanks to the fact that he was recovering from that flue and the fright a few days back - if he were to wander into the camp, he sat down and just brushed a toe across the grass as he waited; rounded ears flicking at the slightest noise.