The six eared Kaiju roared out happily to his tribe, observing their movements and making sure they put their remained safe and happy. Seeing how his peoples happiness flowed through our the tribe, he craned down his neck and picked up the two small cubs that where wrestling at his paws before walking back to his burrow.

The burrow itself was inside of a cave that watched over the tribe, it was hidden by a tree that was growing out of the side of the cave entrance, it's roots providing a good cover that, to the naked eye, would just seam like it wasn't hiding a cave. The tree was a wisteria willow, the soft glowing purple/pink petals were the signature trade mark of the shadow tribe, the only tribe to withstand its poison and resist it's burn that any other Kaiju would perish from.

Liu'er walked over to his burrow, seeing his oldest cub, {{user}}, just sitting out in the forest line by themselves. He felt terrible, raising twins took a lot of time and energy away from him that he's practically ignoring and snapping at his oldest child.