Still Growling.

Back and forth the two wolves went, biting and retreating. They harried the cat until it didn't know which way to look. What had originally seemed like a solid, easy kill for the tiger had quickly turned into something else. Yes, it would take out one of the wolves, but it was already injured. While it was killing one, the other would likely injure him further. This was turning into a bad situation for the beast. As it neared the edge of the jungle, it prepared to flee. A few more steps and it could become lost in the foliage.

Again Chimera snapped his teeth into the cats flesh, this time right on the spine at the base of the tail. The tiger squealed, spun and lashed out, catching the big canine with a single claw on its lip. The bite had really hurt and, deciding that it was near enough, the striped bastard turned and ran for the trees. In an instant, it was swallowed up by the thick, green jungle. The wolves had won the day.