So much for a nice stroll

Taiga had been spending more and more time away from the rest of her little group as of late. Even Rannoch was left behind as the lioness' hungry paws traveled, eating up the land. Today she was in the Polar Sound; a place that she'd visited more than once. Big, bad things seemed to follow her and so the feline was always expecting a fight. Perhaps it was her size or the fact that most creatures had never seen a beast like herself, but Taiga was a magnet for trouble. Everyone wanted to test their chops on her.

Today it seemed that trouble would find her, but it wouldn't be directed at her. Today, she would willingly head face first into trouble as she had many times before. Taiga was a protector. She naturally wanted to keep things weaker than herself safe. So, when she saw a big brown bear going after a little wolf, the cat had no other thought than offering aid.

The bear bellowed at the wolf and Taiga, who stood behind the bear, roared in reply. The cubs scattered but the mother turned to face this new foe. Lips peeled back to bare horridly long canine teeth and the lioness squared up, ready to meet her attacker if the bear chose fight rather than flight.

"Seniorita Murder Mittens"