Two tigers killed, and an angry, grumpy, tired titan was hauling the body of not one, but two large tigers through the woods. He was growling between his mouthful, and gave off the vibe of a male on the verge of losing his temper. He just wanted to get these damn feathers home and think of a new way to get pillows. He was dreaming about curling up in his den in the comfortable folds of his buffalo coat. He was scratched up from his bouts with the tigers, and knew Zee must be feeling about the same. He wanted to get her checked out, and then curl up peacefully with her… even if that meant he couldn’t fall asleep.
Fate continued to throw wrenches in their wheels, as the two wolves shuffled onwards, the scent of the dead around them would encourage another type of creature. The bear snuffled towards them, curious about the things they carried. The must make for a strange smell, with the dead tiger mates, and the bag of feathers from all sorts of breeds of birds. As Sirius released their follow, and stopped to look towards it, an exasperated, frustrated sound escaped him. “Can’t a man catch a break? I just wanted to get some damn pillows!” he snapped at the bear. Even as the wolf spoke, the bear began to charge.
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