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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!"

Little soldier boy The boy was at it yet again. Andrei was croaking like the worry wart he was over head and Nikolai at his heels. Both thought he was nuts right now but neither would stop him. The scent of two large cats had been exciting on the wind for him and he had taken off to find out why the hell these two were together. Were they mates? Brothers? It didn't truly matter but he would move to find them. If he took their tails both to his uncle it was bound to get him some kind of reward. Or at least that was the plan. He found them but no sooner than he did there was that ash and black woman again jumping one. Shit she was jumping the gun. Did she not think it clearly through? He moved forward just as the lighter of the two tigers went to round and help its friend. Instead though it ended up with a Nikolai lunging onto its arm and Titus on its back. His teeth latched onto it's skin by its rib cage and his paw hands extending their claws into its ribs on either side. Making the cat spin and roar angrily at the tiny terror that was Titus. Its pelt would make a great blanket for Sprig and it's tail a wonderful addition to his ever growing collection of trophies to show to his uncle. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

Reaper was following behind Mae, without her knowing really. He was stalking her, watching her, wondering where she was going and why. His feet crunched the ice beneath him. He followed her along until the scent of two tigers flooded his pale pink nose. Sure enough, his love was charging at the big cats fearlessly attacking ones face. "Mae!" Repeater barked and charged in to help. He went for the tiger that Mae didn't attack, the free one. He was going to distract it to keep it from coming towards Mae. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a pup join into the fray. What was the little guy thinking!? He didn't have time to ponder as his jaws found the tiger's side of the neck. He was going for the kill. He would kill the damn thing and eliminate the threat right here and there.

Mae was occupied with one of the orange felines with black thick stripes. Ears tightly pinned against her skull. Pink eyes locked with the yellow ones of the feline, she was smaller than the tiger but she'd stand her ground if needed. And the loosing of her fight with Atreyu was still running within her mind. She would prove that she could stand her ground with her friends and Reaper. That Mae didn't always need protection, although the others thought different sometimes. But that was another story. A low rumble released as a clawed paw came up to meet Mae's shoulder trying to rid it's attacker, the attack connected to Mae's shoulder, hopefully it wasn't too deep to were it would scar, however that was hopeful thinking.

Mae known that it would leave scars but didn't know how big it would be or how deep. She'd have to look at them after eyes taking notice to Reaper and a younger one that she had helped take down a mountain lion the day before. Protection came to mind, she had to protect that of the younger one and her mate. Thrashing her skull all the while she was pulling and yanking upon the face of the tiger.

"Mae"

Little soldier boy A third wolf came in and a narrowed eye met his gaze for the briefest of seconds as the new male flung himself at the tiger Titus was tangoing with. Why he insisted helping Titus, Titus had not a clue. But in came Andrei to dive bomb the one the girl was on. The raven dived repeatedly. Titus pressed his ears, of course the coward would chose now of all times to help but instead of helping Titus he chose the female from before over Titus. Fine not like Titus needed his help. He clung and dug the claws of not only his front feet but also his back feet into the cat. His hand paws were clinging and he aimed the left to slam onto the cat and dig in harder, causing it to roar. It was flailing its paws trying to get anything it could. Of course they were angering the big cats. Nikolai was flung from the paw and immediately got back up, spitting mad. His wolverine rolled and came charging at the tiger, jumping and grabbing the cat's throat, shaking his head in tearing motions to shred the cat's throat. Blood was spraying everywhere and Titus was sure he was gonna get sentenced to a bath tonight before bed. Not that he cared right now. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

Reaper's white maws gripped down on the side of the neck. He could hear the flapping of wings as Moloch arrive from the skies and was diving down to help Mae. The raven dove down at the face of the tiger, avoiding Mae as it's claws aimed to claw at the other side of the face of the tiger.Reaper was relieved to see his companion stepping in to help Mae, along with another raven it seemed.

Reaper's grip on the tigers neck tightened as he began to shake his head violently. With a vicious snarl the Bloodjaw tore his way into the tiger's neck, blood beginning to paint his face and chest. The tiger roared defiantly and tried to turn to get at him, but Reaper moved his body away just in time.

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Thunder rumbled and lightening unseen crackled within the heavens. Two ravens flew in one she did not know but the other Moloch. That's when Mae began to get more vicious. She had to end this felines line here. She could not risk a mistake. But she had ahold of it's face, she'd have to reattack. Although if she blinded the tiger, it would only mean one thing... the cat would not even couldn't see the female coming in for the kill. The ravens were a major help however. Attacking that of the tigers face also. Mae yanked once more before releasing, the cats eyes closed from Molochs own talons making purchase of a eye.

Mae went in for the throat, the feline would lift a paw to aim at Maes own face. A low deadly blood filled growl slipping out from her throat. Thrashing her skull this way and that, pulling and yanking. The cat however wasn't about to give up without a major fight. Holding on to it's checked time card. Mae used her own paws to claw and dig more at the face of the threat.

"Speech!"

Little soldier boy Titus and Nikolai stayed on their tiger until it finally dropped. The male that had come in to help had been of great help with that but Titus wasn't done yet. He turned and made his move, Nikolai on his heels. His Wolverine made to gab into the cat's front right paw and Titus went for another pounce. His body slamming into its side as his unsheathed claws found purchase on it's spine and he was pulling himself up on top of the cat from there. His jaws would then grasp the cat's scruff and narrowed eyes would seek to meet the females for a brief moment before he started shaking his head to rip and tear at the flesh. Below he could see Nikolai finding a grip on the cat's paw as it had aimed to swat at the smokey female. He had effectively disallowed the cat use of that paw and was now using the grip he had on the cat's toes to pull that paw forward and try to prevent the cat from use of it. Titus brought a clawed paw down on the Cat's forehead and raked his claws through the fur. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

Reaper's grip on the tiger's throat was strong now. His face was a deep shade of red, bloodied and focused. He kept squeezing the life out of the tiger, feeling it's heart beat in his fangs. He kept squeezing and the tiger kept thrashing but to no avail. Moments ticked by until the breaths of the tiger became shallow and lifeless. The tiger fell to the ground, motionless and cold. Reaper had done it. He had killed the beast.

His gaze shot over to the tiger that Moloch, his raven, was diving and attacking. Reaper took no time, he charged right in after that tiger too. Mae and the birds were attacking the tiger's face. As the tiger dropped to the floor, Reaper went for the lateral abdomen muscle. He bit down onto the muscle and began to tear viciously at the area. He was going to disembowel the damn thing. That is, unless Mae had killed it first. How dare it attack his mate.

The one tiger fell do it's own demise, a failed hunter. Sure the slate woman felt bad for the tiger but it had to be done, the two ravens using their claws and beaks to distract the one tiger she was battling. Soon the youngster and Reaper were also on it, to bring it to it's fate that would match it's companions. It was only fair since everything was unfolding. And Mae wasn't about to let loose. Tugging and yanking at the feline's throat, she growled deeper as the cat's body began to loose it's fight. Mae wasn't going to let go without a fight.

She watched the younger one climb up onto it's back and Reaper going in for the kill. Making sure the feline kept it's attention upon her, it thrashed its skull around trying to dislodge the younger one from her neck. The tiger known it was going to go down, but when, that was the question of all questions. Feeling Mae's teeth sink into it's throat more, the cat pulled back, it's throat ripping from the felines movement.

Mae watched the feline fall lifelessly upon the ground. Mae growled at the now lifeless tiger, she didn't want to kill the damned things but they would have killed her, Reaper or the youngster if she didn't.