el tigre

At least he had the intentions of keeping his promise to the boy, but today looked like it wouldn't be that day. Perhaps he was a bit thankful to avoid fishing, especially here since the water was much faster than he had expected, but he enjoyed his time spent with the boy anyway. He was growing to be quite large so it felt weird still referring to him as a child, but he was still just not in size.

"A big cat," he started, emphasizing on the size of the animal. Larger than the panther he'd hunted with Sirius, but slower. Bigger teeth and claws, though, of course. Based on the scent of the tracks and the erratic footing, it appeared the tiger was older and perhaps had a limp. If Mortis was any younger or smaller, he wouldn't have proposed the idea, but he knew they had the strength combined to take down an already injured animal, even if it was only arthritis that caused the awkward spacing between steps.

"Orange, sometimes white, with black stripes all over. But this one seems injured, or old. Notice how some of the prints are spaced differently than the others?" He asked, nosing towards the prints that looked closer together than the others.

"Speech!"

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