Storm moving in.

It wasn't normal, these seasons changing how they have been. Forever changing. The snow and ice crunching under her own weight, she was tracking the prints that caught her own attention. Soon the orange with ebony stripes stopped at the falls, probably to get a drink or fish. Whatever they hell they were doing. It didn't matter to Mae, she found these as two threats. Her tail went up into the air, a low thick growl slipping from her.

Mae would have to be smart about this, and with no one else around! Was she foolish? She must not have been thinking clearly. But she wanted a new pelt for within her and Reapers den. How nice would it be and being a gift? It would be something lovely. As her head dipped down, she lunged then and there for the one tiger who hissed, protecting the one that was slightly smaller.

Landing so Mae could grab at the face of the one tiger, yanking and pulling. But also shaking her head violently.

"Speech!"