Manoah let out a subtle sniffle and pushed his upper body up. Using his kangaroo-like tail to keep his center of gravity, the Thylacine stood upright on his well adapted hind legs, head held high to get a quick scan of his environment. With a huff, he let his forepaws come back down to the earth softly as nothing of much interest caught his attention. As he trekked farther into the garden, though, he did notice it grew colder the farther he went. Naturally being adapted to warm climates, he found the chilliness distasteful and quickly began to shiver every once in a while. Finally deciding it would be better for him to escape the cold, he began to dig a hole in the dirt at the base of a shrub, tunneling in until he could fit his whole body in a small underground den. Parting his jaws to their unnatural angle in a yawn, Manoah curled into a tight ball for an attempt at warmth.
