Tyger Tyger, Burning Bright

The Demon Prince was stalking through the Cedar Falls. His head was low and his massive paws raked over the soil and moss. The great burning worm was a strange visitor to his own restless thoughts. Where he had thought he had saved Ganymede, he had inadvertently hurt him more as the boy had fallen from his back. He had tried to carry him away! But no, the boy had to desperately need to protect others. Ult only protected what was his. None of those pups were his and they had a menagerie of other grownups to tend to them. He was frustrated that now Gany had two legs gone lame.

He froze in his tracks as he thought he heard something. A ghost of a scent crossed his nose and it set his fur to bristling. Tiger... He hadn't fought a tiger in a long time.

He turned on his heel toward his new quarry. A half step after he heard the telltale sounds of a fight. A corner of Ult's lip curled as he picked up the pace. He beheld the combatants locked into a tussle. He sank low to the ground, spread his legs, pinned his ears, and narrowed his eyes barely thinking about each movement. He let the tiger and the boy break apart for a half breath before he launched into the fray himself. His teeth wide he aimed to grasp the feline's shoulder and rake his claws over its side.