It's The Eye Of The Tiger...

The autumnal rains have ceased for the moment and Strix happily trots along his huge sire. They are out patrolling the woods again since the rains seem to be drive predators into their new tree-covered land. Mismatched eyes scan the area as his nose works, trying to find any predators that should not be here. The rains masks many scents but a tiger’s musk is hard to miss. They detour from their path, moving to confront the large feline for trespassing.

As they get closer, Strix looks up to his father before silently peeling off to flank the cat. It rests on a rock, tail flicking lazily as it surveys the area, its orange and black coat a slash of color among the brown and green. The small boy crouches low, waiting for his father is catch the feline’s attention. As the fight kicks off, the boy rushes forward, short legs effortless carrying him over the rocky terrain and up behind the cat. He begins to pepper the back legs with sharp bites, vying for its attention and working to give his dad openings.


"Strix Klein"