Zee called him crazy and he let out a soft groan, knowing she was going to protest no matter what he did. He needed to keep her safe, but he also needed to fetch those feathers. The whole point of leading her back here was so that she would be safe, so he could take on the tiger and fetch the feathers without her. Why else did she think he had left?
“I've barely trained you” he growled. She was growing as a warrior, but she was not there yet. Before he could make any more attempts to convince her, she already began to head back towards the forest. He snarled angrily under his breath, before falling into a long stride to catch up with her.
He walked beside her for a moment, chewing over angry words in his head, and for once showing enough restraint not to say them outloud. When she paused, he glanced over at her, and let out a soft sigh, giving his head a shake. He moved forward, going ahead of her as they made there way back to the scene. He made no further complaints, through he certainly desired to. Instead, he switched to hunting mode, and kept his silence.
He tracked the tiger part way back to their starting point, and heard the sound of its laboured breathing, and knew it must be seeing to its injured tendon. He signalled Zee to move further to the right, to get up behind him. She could harry him again like she did last time. He took a breath, and then let loose a bellowing cry, teeth bared, as he charged at the tiger.
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