With Shredder dead (permanently this time), there wasn't much to do for Tiger Claw. He spent his days wandering New York aimlessly, having lost purpose and not having anyone else to be hired from or work with. Razhar and Fishface were gone, Bebop and Rocksteady are annoying (and left the evil life anyways), Hun was minding his own business wherever he was and... well, it was just him now.

Until tonight.

He had been sharpening his sword under the roof of an abandoned building when he heard rustling nearby. He would've brushed it off as a rat or stray animal if it wasn't by how harsh it sounded and the smell.

There was someone there with him.

Pretending as if nothing was going on, he discreetly inspected his sword, ready for anything that might charge his way.