Deep within the forest of Kashyyyk, Ta'Mur swung through the branches of the trees alongside two Wookiees, Chebrywaroo and Ralkyshalo. He had gotten to know during his time on the planet. He respected them as warriors and they respected him in much the same way. He had even become an honorary member of their clan, he had done wonders for the jedi's relationship with them. Some said the fur made it easier to accept him. Landing in the clearing he was obviously more agile than his Wookiee counterparts. Moving to the the bottom of a tree Ta'Mur reached out and placed his hand upon a tree. He felt the slime upon it. They were close. The darker furred Wookiee, Chebrywaroo, called out to him with a growl.  
 
  "Okay. We'll all meet back here in 20 minutes... be careful friends." Ta'Mur responded. He wasn't convinced that splitting up was the best course of action when hunting the powerful Anakkona but he respected the wookiees' abilities as warriors and was not about to injure their pride. Without pride what does a male have? Nothing.  
 
 Each being climbed the trees once more and set off in their respective directions. The Wookiee Clan had been plagued by an Anakkona problem. This snake-like beast had been hunting and eating some of the local wookiee population and while the Jedi believed that death was not something to be concerned with... he couldn't simply stand by when his wookiee brothers suffered. It wasn't long before they had run into trouble.  
 
 The Jedi saw the beast in the clearing. While, he knew to never underestimate his opponent he believed in his own ability and felt that he would be able to kill the beast without putting his friends in danger. Hopping down he confronted the beast and after a long battle he finally put the beast to rest.
 
 Kneeling down to the severed head he apologized, "I'm sorry. I know you were only doing what you needed to survive. You followed your instinct, but I had to protect my kin."  
 
 He bowed and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. His heart sunk to the pit of his stomach. A disturbance in the force... Chebrywaroo was dead. Ta'Mur came to the sudden realization that there was more than one beast in the forest. Moving quickly, he scaled the tree and flung himself through the branches. He still had a chance to prevent the death of another of his friends. Within minutes he arrived on the somber scene with Ralkyshalo standing over the fallen Anakkona. He had already begun cutting at the Anakkona's belly only to confirm what Ta'Mur already knew. Ta'Mur placed his hand on Ralkyshalo shoulder. 
 
 "There is no death... there is the Force." Ta'Mur said attempting to take control of the situation. Ralkyshalo let out a terribly sad-sounding cry. Ta'Mur himself was guilty of feeling sad... he believed the code... but he still believed in death.  
 
 
 -Two days later-
 
 Riding back to the temple on the back of a Kashyyk Bantha... he was physically and emotionally drained and in desperate need of meditation. His eyelids were baggy and his robes were ragged. When he arrived at the temple he dismounted the bantha gingerly. He smiled at the Jedi he saw. He was strong and a staple of the organization... he tried not to show he was hurting.

He wasn't quite sure if he was more hungry or more tired. He thought a moment patting his hand on his belly. He decided it would in fact be best to eat first. With a simple nod he responded, "Sure." His deep voice almost sounded like a purr. "I would very much like to pick your brain as we eat." 
 
 He smiled. His bright white sharp fangs gleamed in the sunlight. His species were clearly was not vegetarians. He wasn't quite sure where the new Grandmaster of the Jedi Order stood on his expeditions for justice. While the Jedi Order did not endorse his actions and more than once did he end up locked up in a cell he felt compelled to fight evil at every junction. 
 
 He followed the petite human female to the mess hall. He had wondered what they had on the menu today.

A small hint of sadness washed across his face when she had finished her question. "More than." He said with a clearly forced smile. What else could he say? He didn't necessarily want to talk about it and he was generally a cat of few words. The best way he saw to move past it was to forget it... though just forgetting a friend like Chebrywaroo was impossible. A heavy sigh escaped his lips about the time he reached the doorway of the mess hall. He had seen so many friends fall in the past but every time it affected him deeply. It was part of life and he knew it.

He paused a moment. He hadn't really known much about the red-head, especially not in such a personal venue. He had seen her in the temple before but he had never truly had a conversation with her. He drummed his claws on his pants. "Perhaps one then." He said motioning for her to lead the way. He wondered how much the small being could drink and how she would be affected. He followed her to her quarters second-guessing if it was quite proper for the leadership to be doing such things but the feeling of camaraderie and understanding fer outweighed his concerns.

Ta'Mur had to duck to get into her doorway and nearly bumped his head doing it. He took his food and placed it on the counter. He climbed on top of the stool adjacent the counter and sat with his feet resting on the seat and balanced himself with one of his hands. Sitting much like a feline, he pawed at his food with his free hand. It was quite a large portion of food, but he inhaled it quickly like it wasn't. Slightly concerned by her free-nature, he wondered if in the midst of tragedy they had made the wrong decision making her the Master of the order. Order was important and she seemed much too free a spirit to lead anything. She seemed pleasant enough but her ability to lead was most in question for the large cat. Ta'Mur awkwardly rolled his finger around the bowl not entirely certain how to respond to the request. Formality was all he really knew. Being son of leadership on his home planet to being a leader in his own right in the military. His life was formality. 
 
 Taking a quick swig of the drink she brought to him he politely smiled at her. "There is certainly a place for formality, Grandmaster." He said addressing her by her title to prove a point and partially to show his uneasiness of the situation. "Though I see that in some ways time might be better served elsewhere. Perhaps..." His sentence trailed off.