My, What Large Claws You Have...

The flat lands at the bottom of the cliffs near the Wall had been calling Tove. Today, she had finally taken time to make the careful climb down and now slowly walks through the small forest. The air is cooler in the canyon and the nebula-cloaked woman shivers. She prefers warm climates but the call of adventure had been too strong to ignore. The wind shifts and Tove suddenly halts as she smells a large feline on the breeze. A tiger bursts from some nearby foliage and the starry woman releases a howl for help as she dodges a massive paw that is aimed at her face. Planting her paws, Tove stands her ground and growls at the large cat.

"Tove Baade"