[se] killer instincts

Isla take your medicine Tigers can't pout or look reproachful, but one might swear there's something like that in Isla's expression as she glares down at the bits of cloud spider leftover. Huffing meaningfully at Remi and shaking herself off as if to dispel whatever tension the pools and the interruption have brought, she's suddenly caught by something hanging over the manticore this time. Gazing up, pupils enlarging almost comically, if Remi follows her gaze it will be to see several more dangly spiders begging to be swiped out of the air. Perhaps it's because she's more a slave to her feline instincts than an Attuned might be, given the lack of humanity available via a bond, but the tiger is already prowling up a nearby tree, creeping out across a low bough to creep up on the pesky arachnids. It might result in her falling in one of those weird pools, but apparently she's decided it's worth it.