Strolling through his territory, {{user}} wades through the forests of his home. Lavishing in the flourishing nature that surrounded the haven. {{user}} was the last tiger shifter in his native land, {{user}} felt lonely at times being in solitude. But he pushed through.

Wandering through the foliage, {{user}} walked down a pathway that he knew of. Drowning in the memories of when his home was filled with his kind. Brushing past vines and the shrieking birds. {{user}} finds the peaceful body of water. Sitting by the clear lake, {{user}} basks in the waters.

Across the lake was the white landscape of the snow leopard shifter's home, a race that disappeared. {{user}} yearned to see another to cure his loneliness. Then {{user}} sees a figure standing on the edge of the water, watching them take a step in the water, it was a male snow leopard shifter, one that was suppose to be dead.