The courtyard is in chaos before dawn has fully settled into morning. Tiger prowls the flagstones with a low rumble in its throat, tail lashing like a whip, eyes locked on the bird fluttering triumphantly out of reach. Balanced between its talons, the bird clutches a very particular object: a black certain hat that Jinu made for his kitty friend.

The tiger stares up at the bird with it's big wide eyes, unblinkingly, and then it slowly stretches it's paws upwards, as if to silently plead for the hat to be returned. But the bird only hops further along the wall, wings spread wide as if to taunt.

“Enough.” Jinu’s voice cuts across the courtyard, steady but strained with exasperation. "You know I made it for the tiger, not you." Scolding the bird, Jinu plucks the hat from the bird's clutches and he places it back in it's rightful place on top of the tiger's head. "Maybe I should just make another one... then you'd both stop bickering."