Strips Of Black With Smears Of Red

Kione had already been skirting life and death by dancing in and out of the tiger's range to bite.  When the boy is suddenly kicked away the game is over and Kione’s blood boils into a rage.  The high-pitched shriek might not sound as impressive as the snarl of a wolf but Kione’s next attack certainly left its mark.  Kione lunged in, shoving his body up against its muzzle, and even as it opened up its muzzle to bite Kione sunk his teeth into its eye, crunching down so the eye was gone and a huge chunk of flesh gone to portray something monstrous upfront.

Kione stepped back so his chest wasn’t right next to the cat's teeth, snarling but relieved to see the child get up.  Kione expected the boy to finish in the back but he was running up for the throat.  It was perfectly brave and the boy certainly wasn’t a small thing but still, Kione was protective of youth.  Kione lunged in again, his fangs sinking into the cat’s sensitive nose, getting the head thrashing but the throat safely open for Strix.  The tiger couldn’t get the kid so long as Kione clung to the muzzle.

Eventually, the tiger slumped down dead. Kione let go of that nose, panting in heavy breaths to soak in the air that he couldn’t get in as well when focused on chomping down on the beats nose. Kione licked some of the blood from his muzzle, deciding his body was still in one piece.  A grin spread across his face as he thought about the fight and how he’d actually made it out in one piece.  The painted dog chuckled and looked at the boy, “Right ya are little brother!  You alright there? No injuries, right?” Once he was sure the boy was fine, “Well, if you really want the pelt let's start skinning this thing, yeah?”

"Fenmyre"