tigris was sweating. that in itself was a phenomenon for a number of reasons. for one, it was fucking freezing, and she was pretty sure she’d been shivering not twenty minutes ago. secondly, she’d dragged back game countless times with practised ease. it shouldn’t have been so difficult this evening.

maybe it was the blood that was still slick on her palms, meddling with her purchase on the red deer’s spidering antlers. which, by the way, she had heard crunch sickeningly as she hauled the corpse along.

none of this mattered in retrospect when, all things considered, the evening was a success. sort of.

personally, tigris was a bit disgusted by the mess she’d made of today’s hunt, and felt like she was about to keel over after being clomped in the stomach. but she would survive, and her duties to the human camp were fulfilled, and now she could go wallow in her tent and try not to drink herself into oblivi—

tigris slammed face first into a human-shaped mass, then staggered backwards and nearly tripped over the furred animal carcass. "shit!" she cried, alarmed, garnering a few confused glances. she righted herself, clutched her abdomen gingerly. winced a bit as it throbbed, before ultimately lifting her gaze.

it was you. better than a vampire, she supposed.