{ W h o } Sofya and Walt { W h a t } Round 2. How can a tiger resist? { W h e n } After her convo with the Bros Mulvaney { W h e r e } Near the food tent. { R a t i n g } Violence { S t a t u s } Closed.
The food tent. It was much safer to be going to the food tent as a human girl than a huge tiger. A human girl could be overlooked, even if she was starving. She wasn't orange, didn't have stripes, and she was about a buck five soaking wet, as opposed to three hundred pounds of solid muscle. Still, she moved like a cat, her head ducked down, her eyes flicking from thing to thing. She slipped inside of the food tent from the back, barely rustling the fabric, and and she paused.
A feral grin took her lips.
Someone was inside here already, despite the late hour, and it was a familiar someone. It was the man who had wrestled her before. It was time for a bit of payback.
She didn't even really think to shift, just...pounced. Her steps were light, barely audible, and she shifted her weight to launch herself at the man. She couldn't help the teeny tiny growl that escaped her as she bared her teeth and collided with muscle.