Tiger Moon

The mountain lion had the sense to submit, especially as Aelloshir growled something in the Mountain cat tongue that registered in the male’s eyes. Even as Rodgar pleaded for the cat’s life, he flopped onto his side, showing his belly in a manner that the wolves would recognize as an admittance of defeat.

The chill was still in the woman’s eyes, but at the signal the male gave, her attacks ceased and she stepped away, eyes boring into the feline’s tawny eyes as she stated simply, “Do not deign to attack one of my kind again, Mountain Cat. If you need food, there is a kill to the east. Aelloshir will lead you. If you wait at the Borders of Valhalla, when I return, I will tend your wounds.”

It had been what had kept Aelloshir from scouting ahead, bringing down a buck. The cat rolled to his paws, nodding as he limped painfully after the inky black companion who reluctantly led the feline away.

She was still for several moments before she drew in a deep breath and let it out before she turned to the male who had helped her fend off a tiger. Looking at him, she couldn’t help but find something familiar in the man. Her eyes squinted slightly as she studied him, a frown puckering her brow.

Sadness twinged in her chest as she noted the similarities, in his scent and his appearance, and made the hesitant connection. Was he related to Amos? The chill faded from her eyes, leaving the natural vibrance of sapphire and sky behind as she asked, almost hesitantly, “Would… you happen to know an Amos Allentide?”

It was an odd question to ask directly after a battle, but she turned and began digging in the sand, close to the fallen tiger’s body. Clearly, she didn’t intend to chat idly, or leave the cat to the scavengers. Skinning would happen—the pelt was too useful to leave, the teeth a valuable trading item. To be honest, if she’d had the means to transport a tiger carcass, she’d be trying to haul it home, every part of it being used in some way to benefit her pack. Its death to her was a removal of a threat to her pack.

Perhaps the heat in the sand would preserve the meat somehow, and she could return.

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