Not Your Ordinary Snow Angels

The wind was knocked from him temporarily after Kimahri had thrown him out of harm's way. He had barely felt the wind from the Tigers attempted attack, and Dragon was thankful that Kimahri had seen it in the nick of time. He could hear what was going on, and with the number of wolves and felines attacking the tiger, he had a feeling it was getting overwhelmed. He could hear the scattered footsteps of everyone involved, and while he couldn't see positions, he waited a bit until he could somewhat pinpoint where the other footsteps were. The snow made it a little easier to do that. He could hear the crunching and where it landed when it was swept up. He narrowed his eyes and flattened his ears against his skull, a growl emanating from his chest as he waited.

A yowl from his companions let him know their position, and when he heard the weight of the white male (who was closest) crashing into the beast, Dragon decided to make his move. He could hear the tearing of flesh and the pained sounds coming from the tiger as its hind paws beat the ground and kicked up snow. Dragon followed the sounds, and as soon as he felt he was close enough, lunged downward to attack the tigers hind legs. His shoulders slammed into the back of it's legs, forcing it to unbalance and fall to the ground. Dragon took the chance he had and turned his head, teeth finding purchase in the tendons on the cats left hind leg. He tore the tendons in that leg, crippling it. Even when the tigers other leg found him, Dragon did not let go. He could feel blood trickling down his face, a stinging pain pulsing on his former undamaged ear. The tiger had most likely cut him there, but he paid it no mind for now.