No Safe Spaces

His head connects and shortly after the tiger is sliding back further into the muck. Pain and stars radiate through his skull as he stumbles back a few steps. Blinking away the tingling sensation, Idris gives his head a good shake. With furrowed brow, he watches as the tiger realizes how fucked it really is.

Once the feline has slid to its death within the muck, his gaze moves to the pale girl who is speaking to him. Her mention of his head forces him to shrug - he’ll be fine. Ready to make his way back home to nurse his wound, he’s surprised when she offers to look at it.

Giving her a lifted brow look of surprise, Idris hesitates before letting out a sigh. Getting the wound on his shoulder treated before heading back would probably be best. “Sure, but away from this mess,” he grumbles, pointing his snout toward the tar. Moving away toward a clear area with just some dirt, he turns his shoulder to the girl so she can take a look at it.