Oust made his way directly to the riverbank after leaving behind the human and the simple canine. The tiger stripped his dusty clothes and stepped into the cooling stream, sipping at the water to help relieve his headache and dehydration.
The feline gently bathed himself in the refreshing water, stripping the stale stench of alcohol from his fur. After he had finished, Oust rinsed and wrung out his clothes and put them back on to cover as much of the orange tinted fur on his back as he could with the sleeveless tunic.
The tiger began making his way further up the stream, where the bear was waiting for him.
Sir Corper had long since finished with his meditation by that time in the late morning, but he had witnessed the confrontation between the tiger and the human earlier on his way to go hunt for some odd job.
The bear himself had nearly stepped in to discipline the foolish tiger once more but was beaten to the task when the human, of all people, threw up that shield.
