earn your stripes

Álarr was in a good mood. The weather was favorable and he was making a killing this trip. Every which way he turned he was finding more herbs to add to his collection. He was finishing cataloguing his haul when Brynhildr screeched a warning call letting him know that not only was there a predator in the area but Ulmaria seemingly had found. Fuck. He needed to stop taking her on trips unless she agreed to stay in his sight. This was getting stupid. He raced to the scene to see a tiger and the same boy they'd run across earlier. "For fuck's sake, how do you manage to piss off every dam predator in the vicinity?" His words caught the attention of the tiger who fixated on his horns and determined the wolf was prey and of more immediate interest then the pups. It lunged and Álarr swiftly ducked out of the way, his fangs latching on the tiger's paw for a moment before he released it to avoid a retaliatory swipe.