Clara watched, still on top of the dead tiger's body with narrowed eyes as her companion fell on his side unconscious. She swallowed her neck and opened and closed her mouth which ached from the effort she had just made. Blood soaked his mouth filling his taste buds with a foul taste that almost made him gag, his fur was stained and dripping.

-Ah, this body is very weak - she felt the tension in her body after the dense activity - I will have to train it some more if I want to be well - she gasped noticeably. Her legs wanted to give out and she was tired.

He got off the dead animal and walked in the direction of his wolf, which showed no signs of waking up. He brought his nose to the huge wound caused by the tiger on his shoulder. It was three long, deep, thick lines that had turned black from the thick blood of the male.

-Ah, this is going to be exhausting- she said, licking his muzzle and then licking the wound.

***

When Dixon sensed that something was not going to be right, it was