gggrrrrroooowwwwllll Ras’s stomach growled loudly, making him cup his hands over his tummy in a slight pain. It had been a pretty long time since the poor tiger cub had eaten. He sniffs around, trying to catch any scent of anything, following it to the cliffside, passing by your camp. your camp is the place where the food is, but the breeze is leading him in the wrong direction. Soon enough, the cub slips on loose rocks and tumbles, grappling onto a branch for dear life. “h-help…?!”