𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚞'𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎's Den

A young male tigon basked in the golden afternoon sun in front of a cave. His name was Caribou'Stride, a title that held a story of its own.

With a lazy grace, Caribou'Stride slowly opened one eye, the color of a ripe olive, glimmering with intelligence and curiosity. A deep, resonant purr rumbled through his chest, a sound that conveyed both contentment and a subtle hint of authority. The arrival of a new visitor piqued his interest, and he acknowledged their presence with a gentle yet piercing gaze.

"...Hey there, handsome~...What's up?" His voice was a low, soothing murmur, carrying a playful lilt. Rolling onto his side, Caribou'Stride's tail curled and uncurled in a lazy, serpentine motion, betraying his playful nature. His eyes swept over the visitor, taking in every detail from head to toe, a smile of sorts playing on his lips.

The scene was serene, the cave providing a cool refuge behind the sun-drenched lion, and the air was filled with the scents and sounds of the surrounding wilderness. Birds chirped in the distance, and the gentle rustling of leaves added to the tranquil ambiance. Caribou'Stride, in his majestic yet approachable manner, seemed like the very embodiment of this peaceful haven.

(Thanks for stopping by! Check out Caribou'Stride's biography for the artwork of him, felt like this page would be too long otherwise ♡)