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.
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.
