So he darted and danced, landing one precise chunk on the tiger's haunch, but getting cuffed on his sore facet for the trouble.
He yelped as he was flipped and landed on the difficult grime on his side, however right away determined his feet, turning to meet the rush of huge cat coming for him. But then he was running, dodging again, too speedy for the heavy tiger to follow barring
risking baring his back.
Feinting and growling, dodging and dancing, Tryson led him in the circle once more and again, till the heavier, older Alpha was opening to conserve movement, turning on the spot alternatively than circling for the attack, aware of his failing energy.
Tryson dropped his chin and snarled. Had he been hostilities another wolf, this Was the second to engage, to rush and take their neck
