Trouble brewing

o, the man wanted the tiger's fangs? Assumably, he meant to craft them into something- perhaps a weapon he could use against an enemy. Nodding in agreement, Rhazien continued his pursuit deeper into the thicket. Avoiding the low-hanging branches littered in thorns, to avoid having his skin torn by the nuisances. My name is Alaric, should you need to know. And the man was a talker, it seemed- usually Rhazien didn’t exchange names until after a kill. Still, he wouldn’t deny the man a proper greeting. He hadn’t done anything to piss him off yet, after all. “Rhazien.” He rumbles, keeping his voice low and gruff, to prevent alarming their quarry of their presence.

Stalking through the underbrush, the two wolves finally reached a small clearing- and the tiger they sought was in the middle. A massive beast, lying on its belly and propped up by an elbow, licking the sinew of a fresh kill from a paw. Ideas for a game plan? Shifting his gaze to Alaric, and eyeing him for a few seconds. He flashed the male another smirk, before providing his thoughts. "Simple. Keep taking bites until it bleeds out. Go for vitals. Avoid those claws, and don’t let it catch you.” Not really a constructed plan, but it would work nonetheless. They were going to fight it, after all. This wasn’t a hunt for prey that needed an intricate strategy.

He waited for the information to sink into the male’s mind, before he veered off towards the right. Using the underbrush to conceal him, until he was perpendicular to the beast. Waiting for the other male to take his place, wherever that may be. Rhazien suddenly erupted from the foliage, jaws splayed and grabbing the tiger by the hock. Completely taken by surprise, the feline roared and reflexively swiped a paw in his direction, missing him with inches to spare.  

"Speech"