Tiger, Tiger by the Tail [Amos!]

Aelloshir was the only one to see Amos coming. The tiger, thoroughly distracted and now infuriated at the fact that a wolf dared attack him, didn’t see the larger wolf coming in from behind. He was focused on the slender female beneath him.

Aurielle’s surprise attack bore fruit as her upper canines carved twin gashes over the big cat’s belly, before a heavy blow to the right shoulder from a pawful of vengeful claws sent her tumbling like a pup from the cat. The tiger would have followed up on his attack, but Amos distracted him.

With a thundering roar of agony and blinding red fury, the cat whirled on the little bastard that had hurt him so greatly, forepaws swiping madly. Aurielle, grabbing a breath in the millisecond of reprieve her friend brought her, squared her paws and leapt back in, aiming to vault onto the cat’s back.

Her head tilted to her right, jaws parting as her scything canines strove down toward the tiger’s spine, aiming for the middle of his neck. Her upper canines sought a deadly target on the right side of the cat’s spinal column, her lower canines a similar vicious hold on the left side. She wanted to rip her teeth into this cat’s spine and render him useless before he could harm another wolf, whether it be Amos or another of her pack, or a loner she’d never meet.

The jostling nature of the whole fray, however, thwarted her intentions. Her teeth sank into the right side of the cat’s neck. Not close enough to the spine to damage it, not close enough to the jugular to rip it open and bleed the cat out. Had she been a normal wolf with normally sized canines, she would have been pleased with the grip on the cat’s neck she did gain, but her teeth weren’t designed to hang on to scruff all that well, and she wasn’t fond of the possibility of breaking one of her canines.

She ripped her head away with a savage snarl, taking a chunk of flesh from the cat before she was tossed from his back like a toy. She landed half standing, haunches on the stony ground before she regathered herself and charged forward, head and tail level with her spine and chin tucked to her chest as she sought to drive her skull into the Tiger’s gut in a violent, fury-charged headbutt and draw it away from Amos enough to give her friend a chance to get in some more attacks. If anything, she was certainly serving to infuriate the cat to new heights as it began to face her again.

She wasn’t aware of the fact that the blow the tiger had landed that sent her sprawling in the first place had contained claws, or that she now bore several nasty claw marks over the shoulder that were bleeding, staining that pure, shimming pelt with crimson. Until she was sure this cat was dead, she probably wouldn’t feel much of any pain.

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