Hela smiled as she walked by the river nearby her home. She was here for perhaps taking a small break or whatever she wanted to do. She couldn't recall when was the last time she ever hunted predators when she could dominate others, show them who she was. This practice came from way before she ever came to Boreas, back into their original empire. Where the Klein blood and status was absolute. And even though Ashen her name still had its weight, unrelated blood managed to be just right at the head of them. She didnt have anything against Hattori but the quiet fats way he rose to the head wasnt exactly something she liked. Herself won her place through time and effort. But the man got it in a wink. She sighed in annoyance as her expression reflected said feeling. But well, she would keep up with her good work and excellent performance. She was the daughter of a former ruler and emperor so being the best was in her blood. The noon made the sun a bit too strong but nothing Hela wouldn't mind. She of course was dressed in her polar bear armor ready to engage in a fight. And upon hearing a tiger roar it seemed he found one. She smirked and upon seeing the feline she crouched and silently moved toward, eyes of pink placed into them. She approached until she found the right distance and she just waited for it to walk in front of her. "Speak"

Winter held Boreas in it's grip, squeezing tight as the weeks went on, making finding prey an even more difficult task. With all of his duties Hattori didn't have much time to spare, but when he had a moment he found himself wondering for the borders to seek out something that could fill their stores. Be it pelts, meat or tools he wasn't fussy. It seemed as though Hela was of the same mind as he soon found her scent, trailing away from the Shrine as she meandered towards the Grande. And it was there he found the Daimyo, hunkered down as she eyed a tiger. A fierce opponent to try and tackle alone. He cared little for the woman, barely knew her, and didn't think much of her Klein sense entitlement but if she was looking for a fight then he would assist her if he must.

The tiger, with it's sharp senses was quick to notice the pair and with a roar leapt forward to meet their challenge, claws slashing at the air as it aimed for Hela's muzzle. With a tsk, Hattori shoulder checked it out of the way, blocking it off before it's attack could land as he grabbed  a mouthful of it's throat fur.

She was ready to start what for her was a mere training, a costume he carried from the Klein empire. And perhaps that pretty fur could be brought and perhaps sold or traded later whenever she had the opportunity. Eyes fixed and hackles tall she was just waiting. There was nothing better than a surprise. She was focused and she almost missed Hattori's presence, someone she has yet to meet further. Despite the title he had, she wasn't the type to see others as her superiors. Deathbelle and Venom where an exception as why were family and she was here to support them. Hattori on his side wasn't.

Quickly the tiger pounced ready to go after her face. Before anything she could do, Hattori intervened smacking the tiger away. Not before getting a hold on their neck. Slowly she joined by going after the tigers spine. Aiming to bite as hard as she could but having their claws on close watch.

It was clear the tiger had no intentions of going down without a fight, and why would it? They were well known for their ferocity and given a chance it could kill both of the Ashen wolves with ease. Except that Hattori had no intention of giving it such a chance, not without giving it all he had and more. Hela's technique of aiming right for the spine was an interesting one, he could see her logic in it but it meant that Hattori would have to resort to pinning it down if she wanted to get a decent bite or two in. Not an easy task, with the tiger outweighed him considerably. Gritting his teeth he shoved his way forward, relying in the strength of his reinforced bones as he attempted to force the cat off it's paws. But even then they wouldn't be in the clear, if the tiger managed to land one good swipe of its paws their plenty of their blood would be shed.

Hela danced with professionalism, making it clear this was something she wasnt a novice to. She was showing the expertise of this practice, why else she had that polar bear armor? It wasnt gifted, she earned it herself from killing so right now she was just doing that again. She wasnt opposed to receiving Hattori's assistance, for today she would let him have a piece from what for her was fun. A hobby. She trusted that Hattori would help to get the tiger on hold while she did her lethal attack. Quickly, as she dodged the tiger's claws she aimed to bit once more in the middle of its spine trashing her head to cause as much damage as she could. Putting her frontal leg around the cat's shoulder to try to get a firm hold. Blood soon started to pour from the place she was bitting in, annoying her she was getting it. "Speak"

Regardless of what Hela thought, this tiger wasn't going to die quiet. It kicked up a ruckus, roaring and snarling as it attempted to worm free, forcing Hattori to dig his talons in deep to force it into submission. It helped but not by a lot. Even with the strength of his bones and the bulk of his form it was a struggle to keep it inline and Hattori, despite himself, found himself thinking that Hela ought to make a quick kill of it. She was making such a mess of it that he wondered if all Kleins were just sadists by nature. Regardless of their skill and strength in battle it was clear that they hadn't been trained in the same way that he had, to make a clean and quick kill. The sort that had a quiet finality with no other alternatives.