Nathan had been a tiger all week. Which had suited him well enough. It was difficult to complain about being a large wildcat, after all.

Today, though, he wasn't a tiger. Today he was himself, having woken up sprawled out across his bed, and after putting on some clothing he was making his way to the kitchen for something to eat that preferably wasn't raw meat.

But first, tea. Nathan was not facing his first day back without fur without tea. So he could be found plugging in the kettle, not yet aware of any further island shenanigans that might be upon them.