Rotten stripey stripe

She danced ahead of the bear’s angry swipes until Domari and Eligos once again caught its attention with a fresh volley of attacks. She saw Domari go flying, caught a glimpse of his head knock into the ground.

Her fellow wolf seemed thrilled by the turn of events, or perhaps he was crazy—his laugh reached her ears as she kept her eyes on the tiger and Loshir as the smaller cat sank his claws into the tiger to keep astride. His larger cousin was not pleased with being ridden, and much less pleased by the claws raking into his stripy hide, and the wolves were forgotten for a few beats as he tried to rid his back of his unwanted passenger.

That was until the long sabered male threw himself back into the fight from behind. Aurielle was pretty sure she’d just seen a wolf flex his claws in no way that a wolf should be able to do, but then again, she was glowing. To be honest, she’d have been thrilled to find herself with tiger claws instead of glowing fur.

As Tyrian raked the tiger with claws and fangs, the big cat boomed that iconic tiger roar, filled with fury and pain as it twisted toward it’s read, forgetting the cougar in favor of trying to rip the big male wolf’s face off.

Aurielle ducked in from the opposite side it had turned, aiming for the cat’s rib cage behind the foreleg and sinking her canines into the cat, managing to mangle the muscles there, though her desire was to reach between the ribs with a fang.

She ripped free, anticipating the tiger’s reaction and already well out of range as the cat staggered with the new injury.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think