Trouble brewing

Shaking his head, and burrowing his fangs deeper into the tiger’s leg. Rhazien sought to mangle the appendage to a point of disfigurement, which would immobilize the beast given they’d already broken its back legs. And while he had its attention on him, a paw swiping angrily at his shoulder. Alaric took advantage of an opening- grabbing the tiger by the throat, his assault both calculated and methodical. The yowl that erupted from the big cat was almost deafening- causing his ears to ring, folding against his skull tighter to try and keep the sound out. A final battle cry. Blood started pouring onto the earth, hot and sticky, bouts of steam growing from the increasing pool at their feet. As Alaric stepped back, the tiger crumbled to the ground- which prompted Rhazien to release his hold and do the same.

Stepping back, the two wolves watched the river of blood flow from the arterial source- Rhazien fighting back to urge to lick it from the wound, wanting to savor the warmth and final pulsations of a faintly beating heart. But he refrained- because he hadn’t dealt the killing blow. This was the way of a true warrior. Shifting his gaze to the male, and flashing another devilish, yet suave smirk- one dazzled in splotches of blood, and sinew caught between his teeth. “Not your first time?” He questioned, eyeing the male with an analytic gleam in his gaze. This man must have been a soldier at some point, because his method of slaying the tiger was far too calculated to be performed on a whim. No, he’s done this plenty of times before. Which meant the scars littering his pelt, may be testaments of strength.

Moving forward, he sought to begin the process of skinning the tiger. Circling it first, to ensure it was dead before he moved to its underbelly. "The fangs are yours." He said, before pulling out a small dagger from beneath his grizzly bear coat, and using it to slice down the entire midsection of the corpse.  

"Speech"