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A new scent lingers on the cold air, different; yet familiar. Though Horatiu is reluctant to stir, there aren't really things bigger and more powerful than tigers - bears maybe but he's never seen one here. And he doesn't plan on getting out of bed. But then it beckons him, "Why on Earth are you sleeping in a snowdrift, boy?" his brows knit, furrowing together in reluctance to open his eyes, but he does - and when he does he's met with something unexpected.

Another tiger?

He blinks a few times, trying to rid the sleep from his eyes and be certain he isn't dreaming. He'd only seen one other; and she was a bitch. Too good for him. The boy rolls though, finding his way from back to belly to look up at her. ❝ Well ─ I don't have a den or anything ❞ he muses. He didn't have a home was what he meant. He shrugs his shoulders, rolling them, she is larger than him but not by much and by the time Horatiu reaches his full size he assumes the opposite will be true.

❝ I've only seen one other tiger here, ❞ he says nonchalantly, considering the idea that they're not very common. That's three that he knows of, himself, that black and white girl, and now this one.

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