Re: Hunt
In another time and place, she would have known what to do, had blades that flashed in the light, that could rip and tear and swipe.
But she had none of that now. She didn't even have her pom poms, but she had a will to live (all creatures did) and even as his claws swiped at her again, their tearing of her flesh making her grunt, she didn't stop. If she stopped, she might as well lie down and let him eat her, because that's what tigers did, didn't they? They didn't just claw you to death, they hunted and killed because they could.
With a snarl that was just as animalistic as the tiger before her, she kept coming. Death would not be met submissively, curled up and whimpering on bright blades of country green grass. Instead she sprung at him, thumbs stretched out and aiming for his eyes. "Get away from me!"