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Gil was proud of his daughter. Even in the face of danger, she was being brave. Of course he noticed the slight shift toward him, but he expected that from a pup her age. Large predators such as tigers were not animals to underestimate. And this one knew they were there. He could hear the growl that echoed and the slinking silent steps of the feline as it crept toward them in the shadows.

Setting his own defenses, Gil moved toward the side of the tiger's den. It would not be smart to attack the cat head on. Too many sharp claws and teeth that could possibly injure him. Keeping Sid keenly aware in his own senses, Gil readied himself. As they approached, he waited for that sweet moment. Just as the tiger's eyes gleamed from the darkness, the Raid King moved forward. Bursting with speed, his muscles stretched and contracted as his body lunged toward the side of the tiger's head and shoulder.

A large paw swipes up at him and catches him in the chest as he wraps his legs around the tiger's shoulder. Stifling a pained noise, he instead bites down on the tiger's scruff and continues to tussle with it.