The striped beast appears!

Lynvarr tenses, his legs coiling beneath him as he waited for the cat to make a decision. He took the break to catch his breath. The tiger leapt for for Naiche and Lynvarr snarled diving again for the cat's already injured leg. His fangs sank in deep to the tiger's ankle and once again he shook his head. The tiger yowled and stumbled, twisting back around to claw at him. He let go and the cat lay there for a moment, tail slapping the ground as it hissed, clearly in pain. The tiger then leapt to its feet and limped away, clearly having trouble putting weight on its rear hind leg. Lynvarr hadn't broken anything but he'd damaged enough of the muscle to inhibit the cat's movement. Panting he shook his coat and glanced to the yearling to make sure the other was alright.