Tiger, Tiger by the Tail [Amos!]

Wandering was normal for him now. At first Amos had hesitated to return to this place, but after a while he decided that his mother probably wouldn't be here again. It would be more than coincidence to find her here again so that was more than enough to give him the confidence to return to the rust-colored rock formations to continue where he left off in his explorations.

It was sort of warm, but not uncomfortably so due to the light breeze and the many dark shadows cast by the towering red rocks the area was named for. After a while he would seek to lounge in the shade and let some of the hotter hours of the day roll by before continuing onward. Amos lay panting softly, wondering how soon he ought to go to the battlefield for another spar. Probably soon, it had been a while and he needed to stay in practice. Tomorrow, then.

A distant yowl ripped through the air, making some of the young man's fur stand on end instinctively. What the hell? Wait, that sounded sort of vaguely familiar... Jumping to his paws, Amos loped in the direction of the sound, ears pricked up and expression curious. He picked up the pace considerably when he caught the familiar scent of Aurielle on the air. Whatever was happening couldn't be good.

The sound of fighting led him to an area he'd not explored before, and when he turned a bend he saw it; up ahead of him the path turned hard, and stuck in the contained space he could she the pale shimmering girl and her companion battling against what was unmistakably a tiger. There was no time to be amazed at the size of the feline predator - he needed to act now. Naturally he wanted to run straight into the fray boldly, but he forced himself to choose stealth, silently approaching the animal from behind while it was distracted. His hackles raised as he got closer, lips peeling back in a snarl before he'd leap forward, jaws clamping around the animal's tail at it's base. Once he had a hold he thrashed side to side, shaking his head violently in an attempt to break the appendage. When he heard a satisfying pop the boy would release it, licking the blood from his teeth while he dodged to his own right and aimed to slam his left shoulder into the back of the cat's right leg.

It hit with a satisfying amount of force, though now Amos was reeling back as the feline growled angrily and turned it's attention towards him. Yikes.