Siberia, with it's deep forests and steep mountain valleys would have a feeling of grandness about it and in a calm enough context that one had the time to appreciate it fully activity tending to happen in quick flurries before the world slowed down once more to it's deliberate plodding pace. It was something that could be seen reflected in Bitsa's own personality, his patience and tendencies towards either sublime laziness or furious activity would have their roots seen here in these snow-laden forests. As they padded along through the woods they'd start to descend down steep ravines towards the broad flood plain of the Amur river trees still obscuring the way for the moment but thinning quickly as they moved downwards, just at the very edge the tiger would stop and say.<br/><br/>"We're here"<br/><br/>From where he stood there would be only a scant few trees between him and the open plain the massive breadth of the Amur river seen in the distance, ice encroaching from the edges before the sparkling waters of one of the worlds largest rivers flowed by.