earn your stripes

Álarr flinched as he hit the ground with a hard thud. A wave of nausea washed over him from the tiger kicking him in the gut and it took him a moment to get back to his feet. Thankfully the cat had taken just as long. The predators faced off against each other and Álarr snarled, taking a few deliberate steps forward as he lowered his head, making violent gestures with his horns. The tiger hissed, ears back but after assessing the situation further it turned and fled, deciding it had suffered enough damage for it's meal. Further damage could mean starvation. It would just have to catch another meal after nursing its wounds.