Why do cats get 9 lives?

Romulus had been out on his own half of the patrol route, partly securing the Hallows' border and partly enjoying the return of the sunshine, when he heard a familiar voice howl for backup. Slate-tipped ears pricked up to Rudy's call, and then the Armadan wolf was sprinting across the plains in the direction of his pack mate. Large paws thundered across the plains, charging over hills until he crested one and came upon the battle site. Rudyard was engaged with a tiger, both predators baring teeth and facing off in close proximity. Oh that's not good, Roman thought and ran at the tiger. Fortunately, he and Lillith had just fought and killed a tiger together not long ago, so this would be more like a repeat performance for him.

While the large cat was distracted with the motley monochrome wolf, Romulus lunged at it with a snarl, catching the feline off guard. He threw himself onto the tiger's back, claws digging into the flesh on its thinly furred back while he sunk his fangs into the tiger's shoulder joint. The tiger yowled in pain and thrashed around, trying to throw the wolf from its back. Roman held on for as long a she could, tugging his head back and forth to rip and tear at the tiger's joint hoping to cripple it some. Unfortunately, the tiger was smarter and threw itself onto its back, slamming Romulus into the ground and dislodging him before standing and advancing on the toppled wolf.

"Romulus Armada"