Tiger Moon

The shimmering white wolf wasn’t aware at first of the incoming wolf that suddenly swooped in to antagonize her opponent—in fact, it was only when the tigress suddenly swung around to swipe at the other pestilential canine that Aurielle realized she had unexpected backup. The swipe at another wolf, though, triggered something.

A Queen’s Rage is a frigid, feral thing. The look in the Spirit’s eyes shifted from pique to something deep and chilling, chilling enough to give the impression that the desert night air had lost all warmth as she disregarded the male’s shout and arrowed in at the Tigress’ hind quarters.

Her head snaked out, canines flashing in a silent, near-expressionless snarl as she slashed for the cat’s achilles, scoring a ragged double furrow that, while not fully laming the cat, gave her a bad pain and limp nonetheless. Aurielle swayed back as the tigress, beset upon at both ends, squalled so loudly the sand shook beneath their paws, whipping back to face the white wolf who held death in her eyes.

The Spirit ducked a wild swipe filled with claws and lashed out with her canines again, lunging forward to rake her teeth over the cat’s face before dancing back again—not quite fast enough to miss the wallop from the other paw as another earth-shaking roar of pain escaped the cat, and blood spattered from an eye that had been gouged—the left, effectively blinding the cat to attacks from that side.

She wasn’t at an angle where the big cat could sink her claws more than a few scratches in at the ribs, but the bruising would be immense come morning, or perhaps even by the time she reached her own borders. Aurielle dismissed the throbbing burn and the crimson that tinged her coat. This cat had dared to attack her and another wolf, unprovoked. And she would have the beast’s hide in her den come morning.

Extra Notes: have this section in just for shits n' giggles and so I don't forget to put it back in every time I use the table >.>

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think