Distance morals, confused toils

The giant feline was almost always in earshot of her herd unless she was out hunting. Today she'd meandered through the north with Oscar, letting the little donkey wander around and inspect things. A bit of distance had been put between them as Taiga stopped and began sharpening her claws on a fallen tree. The massive feline then rubbed her face all over it, spreading her scent and leaving her mark. She did so wherever she went, and especially places where the trio of herbivores might frequent. Anything that she could do to protect them helped.

The sharp braying of the tiny donkey cut through the air and Taiga instantly threw her great weight into her paws and went thundering across the landscape towards the big metal structure. Oscar soon came into view with wolves on either side. Though he was nervous, there was no aggression in the stances of the canines. Still, she wouldn't risk the donkeys well being based on looks alone.

As the charcoal and snow giantess neared, a low rumble reverberated through her chest, letting Oscar know that she was here. The lioness moved up beside the little equine, her striped tail giving his haunch a gentle, reassuring flick. "Oscar, are you alright?" The felines claret pools looked the little spotted donkey over, then shifted to land upon either wolf.

"Taiga"