"Put the rest of the kill in the storage!"

The six eared Kaiju roared out to his hunting party, observing their movements and making sure they put their food into the storage for the time being. Seeing how his people fallowed his simple command, he drained down his neck and picked up the large deer he had caught 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.

"{{user}}!"

Liu'er called out for his cub, expecting to see them to wobble out of the nest or the many hiding places that was inside of his den, but he was met with silence. He would have heard if they were sleeping or not, having inherited their mothers loud snoring. Worry began to set as he franticly dropped his kill and began to look for his 3 months old cub.