theres no place like home, [joining], theres no place like home

[align=center][div style="width:630px;background-color:black;padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px;"][div style="border-width:0px; padding:20px;text-align:justify; width:600px;background-color:#880015;"][img style="padding-right:20px; padding-bottom:11px; float:left;width:50%"]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/420372604335947798/466393433754566656/alister_mood_board.jpg[/img][font=verdana][color=white][glow=red,2,300]Crunch, crunch, crunch. Snow yielded under the weight of huge paws, sending soft sounds across the snow for any eager ears to pick up on. It stuck to ruddy fur and to thick black stripes, delicate flakes settling graciously on a creature not meant for this environment. Tawny fur and taught muscle, stalking through a land that suited bountiful fat and soft white coats, had never looked so natural. The great tiger took to the land in stride, whiskers brushing the ground as he chuffed in the hopes of finding someone new out here.

A smile appeared on Alister's face, as he shook his head free of snow. He scanned the horizon with his head high and his eyes wide. The idea that someone could sneak up to him, in such an environment, didn't dawn on him. He moved along, and he moved alone, leaving obvious tracks and not worrying about mowing himself a path for any possible contenders to his entrance. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Alister knew that he was a stranger, but this land wasn't strange. The only strange part was the sun. He pawed at the ground for a moment, looking around himself again with nervous agitation. He wasn't sure if it was just his head messing with him, but he smelled something strange. Something that he knew had to be another person- or a whole host of other people. He lowered his head back to the ground, whiskers trailing in the snow, and chuffed out a warning; he was ready for anyone- or anything- to come near him.[/glow]