Easy come, easy go, right Danta? Tiger-Zef huffed her annoyance when she realized her squeaky toy was nothing more than skin, bones, and slowly-cooling meat, and she didn't hesitate to take her annoyance out on the remains. Tearing the head off in her sizeable jaws, she crunched out her frustrations on the rock slider's skull as she headed back out without another look at Edmund. She wasn't a particularly patient woman, and the little exercise in team building and construction was starting to wear thin.
But there were other ways to entertain herself.
There were other molten tigers that roamed the Climb. She usually ignored them unless she was looking for a challenge, but there was a young male just setting out on his own...
Hardly a fair fight when she was fully grown and had him outclassed in brains and brawn both, but hopefully he'd last long enough to not bleed out before she dragged his body back to the arch.
Zef goes for a young molten tiger!
Hmph. Although she enjoyed the fight, the lingering pain afterwards was an annoyance that wrinkled her muzzle and resulted in a far messier addition of the cub to the arch - and not just its blood. Curling up to lick her wounds afterwards, the look she bestowed upon the little go-getter who kept having more bright ideas was that of a tigress who was no longer amused with his games.
She rose and padded over to the arch and then, with petty deliberation, she set her claws into the stones and began to scraaaaape down them, leaving deep scratches from broad paws. It served as a warning of what was around and a marking of her territory without the indignity of pissing on things.
And it also made a horrible sound to delight and entertain her compatriots. Or make their ears bleed. Zef didn't seem arsed either way, but when she was done she went back to putting her fur in order and dealing with her scrapes.
Zef stays in tiger form and leaves deep scratches on the arch with her big ol' paws.