I Don't Want Striped Pajamas

Ragna trotted along next to her husband, enjoying the sun on her back and the light cool breeze coming in from the ocean. There wasn't a cloud in the sky though off on the horizon she could see a light haze. She froze suddenly as the deer bolted. Her first instinct was to go after it but they'd had a big breakfast and she wasn't sure she wanted to carry a deer carcass all the way back. She was about to continue their walk when she noticed her husband looking uneasy. She flinched at the sound of something large moving nearby. What was that? A bear? It wouldn't surprise her if a bear was taking advantage of the spring berries. Suddenly a tiger leapt from the brambles. The young, male cat swiped at her and she yelped and scattered, just managing to avoid the beasts great claws.