The striped beast appears!

Lynvarr circled back, taking stock of the situation as he eyed the tiger. The younger male darted forward and snapped at the tiger, keeping the large cat's focus on himself. With the tigers back facing him Lynvarr dove forward for the cat's left hind leg, sinking his jaws into the cat's flesh just above the heel where vulnerable tendons lay. He dug in and ripped, letting go and dancing out of the way as the cat whirled around to try and get him. Blood stained his fangs and he licked it off quickly, eyeing the cat as it whipped its head from side to side, trying to figure out which wolf to focus on. It was swiftly dawning on the cat that its hopes of an easy fight were going down the drain. Lynvarr growled, his hackles standing on end to make him look even bigger. It was time for the cat to leave, he'd give it one more chance and if it still didn't back down he'd be forced to attack again and cause significant, maybe even permanent, damage.