These Polar Tigers, Man.

As Aresenn watched the tiger slowly expire in front of him, his heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't help but feel mildly impressed with the girl who he had aided in taking down such a powerful creature. The air around them was thick with tension and the unmistakable scent of blood, creating an almost tangible aura of danger. Yet, they stood tall and triumphant over the dying beast, its once fierce eyes now glazed over and lifeless. Even in its final moments, the tiger was a sight to behold.

Aresenn remained silent for a while, allowing himself to bask in the satisfaction of their victory. His eyes gleamed with pride as he watched the tiger's body convulse one last time, its lifeblood staining the pristine snow beneath them like a macabre painting. After a few moments, Aresenn's attention turned to Kaino, his gaze lingering on her victorious expression for a split second before speaking. "I would say it's probably safe to celebrate now,” he said with a hint of dry amusement in his voice. He began to relax the tension from his muscles. "What does the tiger slayer call herself?” Aresenn asked as he casually wheeled away from the bloody massacre to find a place to make himself comfortable while maintaining a conversational distance.

"Aresenn Praetor"