Rotten stripey stripe

Tyrian managed a glancing blow as the tiger whipped around to fend him off. He braced to get mobbed as the large, faster predator turned to face him, and was surprised when it suddenly whipped around with a yowl to face the other direction. It was then Tyrian noticed the other wolf and her companion. He'd been so focused on the tiger that Aurielle's approach had gone unnoticed. The tiger, it seemed, was just as surprised (perhaps more so as it had been wounded in the reveal) as he. A hoot from the trees signaled the arrival of Tashi, who was no doubt armed with a long spear.

The addition of allies changed Tyrian's demeanor considerably. He was still pissed about the lamb but now his odds of doing real harm were far better and he had room to be gleefully smug. A raucous and mean-spirited laugh left his lips as he watched the tiger glanced around quickly in the hopes of piecing together a plan of defense. That's right, buddy. The tables had turned. Tiger was now on defense.

He dove in while the tiger struggled with the mountain lion. Again he went for the rump. Distracted or not by the smaller cat on its back, the front of the big cat was still the worst place to be. Tyrian reared up and sunk his claws into both of the tiger's hips while raking his canines down the cat's rump. As he did so it occurred to him that he could have gone for a stabbing blow - something he was used to not doing as his fights were rarely serious enough to warrant a potentially lethal blow - and he mentally kicked himself. Next time he'd stab. He didn't wish to kill the tiger per se, but dammit, he wanted to fucking win.