I Don't Want Striped Pajamas

Ragna quickly raced to Skælingr's side as he pulled away from the tiger. Three moderate lacerations decorated his shoulder but it wasn't anything that had to be treated in that exact moment, especially not with the tiger still in their midst. She wouldn't leave Ulric to fight alone. As her husband put on a display of strength she was quick to join him. Hackles raised, fangs glistening in the light she snarled and snapped at the tiger who took a step back.

Her eyes carefully tracked the cat's movements. The tiger assessed the wolves, took another shaky step backwards and then turned and fled. Ragna waited a few moments to be sure it wasn't going to come back before she let out a sigh. "Goodness, I wonder what that was about. Ulric, are you ok?"

She gestured toward her husband and began to inspect his wound.