[Action] [It's late at night, but the darkness is no barrier to the great Snow Leopard. Tharaman is uneasy, having not overly adjusted yet to this place and becoming slightly annoyed with having to be here. The monsters awhile ago, that strange...thing who had taken over. And there were so many young ones here...it wasn't right.
He paces along the streets, restless and just keeping moving. He longs for the snow of home, or of the Icemark. Thirrin needs him...why is he here?
Hmph. He snorts slightly, a hiss just contained from escaping him. Tharaman isn't in a good mood. A distraction would be appreciated.]