Tiger Moon

The shimmering white Spirit danced like a storm as she ducked and wove beneath the furious swipes of the massive she-tiger, slashing and snapping her jaws shut on anything that came too close to her face. The unexpected combatant that the strange man intercepted was acknowledged with a flick of her ear.

She was busy with the tigress, and she could hear the scuffle behind her. Aelloshir swept in for the tigress, aiming for her shoulder, but the Spirit spoke firmly, jerking her head toward her flank as she ducked beneath a swiping paw.

“Help him, I’ve got this one under control.”

Aelloshir glared at her but growled and leapt into the fray with Rodgar, slamming into his fellow cougar with his full might. He was well-fed and sleek from his life among wolves, and well-muscled from keeping up on his own training, and the other male staggered heavily, falling to one shoulder and screeching as the black cat’s jaws slammed shut on the other.

Meanwhile Aurielle threw herself forward, under the tigress’ next swipes and opened her jaws wide, sinking her upper canines into the huge cat’s creamy colored throat to the hilt and giving her head a violent shake as blood leaked around her canines into her mouth, most of it stoppered by the long fangs.

It was a decisive killing blow, and the Spirit wrenched free, releasing the spray and darting free of the tiger’s range. She felt a sting of claws as the tigress slapped a last defiant blow onto the white haunch of the woman that had bested her.

As Aurielle whirled, she set her defenses and leapt forward to join Rodgar and Aelloshir, crashing full tilt into the feral mountain cat’s other side, opposite of Loshir where he ripped into the cat’s ribs with his claws.

She looked every bit the warrior queen, pristine white coat doused in blood from her latest conquest and still wearing that frigid look in her eyes as she slashed for the cat’s flank with bloodied canines.

Extra Notes:

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