Liger Time

Caedes watched as Kaino darted ahead with a mixture of affection and amusement. Her boldness was undeniable, the determination to secure the fur of the injured liger driving her forward with delightful purpose. Though he had little interest in the spoils of the hunt, he couldn't deny the allure of the chase, the thrill of the hunt at the behest of his kin – impossible to ignore.

He followed Kaino across the sands, his massive form moving with deceptive grace. The liger stood defiantly against them, its hind leg lifted in a clear sign of distress. Caedes felt no sentimentality, no empathy nor sympathy. Survival was a brutal game, and they were all players in it.

He joined Kaino in herding the liger, his movements calculated as he helped to corner the beast in its makeshift sanctuary – or final resting place. Either worked.  And as they closed in, Caedes surged forward, charging in to bite at its shoulder – taking advantage of its lack of balance as it fought to swipe at him in return. But the brute was quick on his feet, almost playfully dodging it’s lackluster attempt to harm him and defend itself.