Home. He missed it. He needed to be there. This place smelled wrong; there was no moonlight; even in the endless darkness. It was unnatural. He hated it. His job was over; he'd destroyed the bastard atom by atom over the course of several days; making sure to save the final end until there was nothing left but a broken husk of a man that couldn't even beg for death. Perfection.
To tiger form he shifted; fur immaculately clean from the shift; shining softly in the non-light of the area. He stood out here. He needed to leave.
At a sprint he ran; back to the water that would erase the stink of this place from his form; and from his memories. Home. He needed to go there.
The water was soothing; the water was comfort. The water born creatures danced around him as he swam; moving with a speed unmatched by any but the fastest water creatures. The sands where clean when paws touched them. The air was clear and scented with cherry blossoms and clean air and purity and those things he needed to feel at home.
Much better.
