Rotten stripey stripe

With two wolves to contend with, it seemed that this tiger, at least, was smart enough to know when it was outmatched. She had to remind herself that this tiger wasn’t anywhere near her pack. As the sabered male feinted, and the tiger retreated rather than attacked, Aurielle circled to give it an avenue of escape as Loshir slapped a paw full of claws into its face and leapt away.

The tiger broke and ran as the Spirit snaked forward and tagged its shoulder while it was focused on Loshir. As the crashing of its large body faded into the distance, Aurielle turned to the lamb the tiger had clearly stolen from this young male.

It was breathing, but she doubted it would survive even with skilled medical help. Sheep could be so very fragile. The shock of the whole experience could probably kill it.

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