does one ever run out of good titles?

Siduri took cues from her dad, watching his movements and mimicking them as best as she could. The girl's mismatched eyes settled on the glowing eyes in the darkness and then the action started.

The tiger rushed forth and Gil wasted no time in meeting its attack. While her father kept the front end occupied, Sid ran around the back end. The child's sharp little teeth sank into the heel of the big cat and she held on for dear life. That's what you were supposed to do, right? Bite and never let go? The tiger would die eventually and Sid would still be clinging to its dead body.

A particularly jerky movement sent the pastel child flying with a little "EEP!" of surprise. She tumbled into the foliage, blinking a few times as her world stopped spinning. Always one to try, try again, Siduri leaped from the bushes, landing on the tigers back this time. Little jaws clamped down on the tigers spine. She wasn't doing much damage, but she was surely being terribly annoying.

"Speech"