An Austerian Standoff

The tiger knew that it was no match for the pair of wolves, it began circling, getting itself closer to land so that it could run into Boreas and away from the two warriors. The man gave the cat room, but Dusk stepped forward, snarling loudly and shaking the blades on her tail, sending them hissing through the air. The feline turned and began to run, kicking up sand in its wake. Dusk followed, snapping at the tiger's heels, teaching it a lesson. Don't fuck with wolves.

After a few paces, the dark lady slowed. She turned, fixing her fiery gaze on the man and gave him a nod. "Thank you," she spoke, her expression shifting to something friendly rather than the vicious snarl that had been on it moments ago.

"Dusk Carpathius"