Training but with a stripy twist

Dalila chuckled at the little boy's bravado while she licked the blood from her muzzle. She couldn't deny that he had done a good job of helping her even if it was a poor decision and went against her orders so she couldn't be too mad at him. "Yes yes, we won, but we might not always be so lucky, okay? Tough fighters are still careful fighters and defense is just as important as anything else." She tapped his head again with a smirk, adding, "Lesson number one, future tough fighter." She got to her paws again glancing at the tiger that was on the ground beside them. "I guess we ought to-"

But before she could finish her thought a roar from behind her made her hackles bristle and she spun around to see another tiger rushing through the foliage toward them. It was slightly smaller than the first, clearly female this time, and suddenly Dalila realized this one must have been traveling with the first. Perhaps the male had been trying to show off for its mate or something along those lines when it attacked them. The female hesitated for a second, looking at the corpse, before turning back to Dalila with a furious roar. Dalila snarled in return, quickly getting her defenses set once more.

"Dalila Vista Rocha"