Lion-tickle is where we start

With the frigidity of Boreas’ winter and his aspiration to refurbish the compound, Raijin hadn’t uttered a single complaint when Hattori had asked him to go out and help him hunt down some animals for food and pelts. They’d hopped, skipped and jumped their way through the islands until, finally, they had to swim the rest of the way to Auster. They’d emerged, freezing, but their momentum and thick winter pelts kept them somewhat insulated. Little crystals of ice formed on the edges of their fur, mostly being rid by some shaking, but there were the stubborn few that clung on for dear life and caught the light as they moved.

His cousin had been right to assume he’d also already detected the presence of the lioness. They hadn’t exactly planned on taking on such a large predator, but a lion’s hide was thick and would do them well after a good washing to rid it of the stink. The pair rushed forward to flush the cat out, the animal first going for Hattori and bowling him over with a tackle. The man snarled, performing a tackle of his own from the side, pushing the feline off of his cousin and swinging a paw out to slash the cat across the shoulder. It howled, swinging it’s paws out defensively and he leapt back to steer clear of the needle sharp claws, a growl vibrating deep in his throat.