Ow….ow…. ow…. Skælingr flinched and paused mid stride from another throb of pain from the deep scratches down the right side of his face from a fight with a fellow tiger. He'd been lucky his right eye had been spared from blindness… or so he hoped, with all the swelling it was really hard to see anything as it was and he was dimly beginning to wonder if he'd managed to pick up an infection. Licking at his paw he gingerly cleaned up around the slowly healing cuts before continuing his exploration.
Shifting his weight to his right he carefully shimmied up a narrow pass, claws striking out to grasp the trunk of a gnarled deciduous tree that was coiling out of the rock, his striped tail twisting to help him keep his balance as he worked to ascend the fjord. Moving quickly he found a somewhat level patch and with a powerful leap he landed, the massive pads and fur of his paws causing him to land almost quietly for his size. Gazing at the river that stretched out far below Skælingr grinned. He liked being up this high. Resisting the urge to scratch at his wounds he carried on along the path before a thump and the sound of voices caught his attention. Immediately the tiger was in a crouch and moving stealthily forward his curiosity leading him a rather bizarre sight.
Skælingr blinked…. was that monkey riding a wolf? What on earth? Why was the wolf allowing the little primate to sit upon him so? Creeping closer Skælingr continued to observe them but cover was sparse and he was a rather large beast he knew he'd be spotted eventually. Thus he stood up a bit taller and cleared his throat, watching intently to see how the pair would respond to the sight of him. Oh he was a terrible, prideful beast and he knew it.
