<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">~ A few days later... ~</span></span><br/><br/>Bitsa would be padding around the park with his usual bigness and graceful gait his paws crunching into the snow that covered the iced over lake, his breath puffing steam into the air as he crossed over the ice moving towards the main area of the park with it's clearing and open beached. Of couse being a massive golden-furred tiger on the otherwise icy-white lake would make him stand out rather strongly against the surrouding terrain, any from shore would easily pick him out if they so bothered.