Trust.

[Thrash'Nak]

The White Claw
Part two:
"Trust"

The giant tiger sat infront of her mountain, snorting displeased. What was the strange creature that she encountered in the fields? Green, red maned and no fur, and covered in dead animals. What an odd display. The giant tiger lied down onto the snowy grounded, sighing with relief. She had marked her territory, if the funny creature was to return, she would end it. A cub, not of her own, came tumbeling into her side. She grunted in annoyance, but stil allowed it to play around on her back. Eventually she pawed it off into a hill of snow, to which she gave an amused grunt. The pack had noticed her curiousity, many of them had already begun scouting the area for their matriarach's prey. How no news came from the strange creature yet.

Grogona stepped out of her bed. The inn filled with smoke from the stow. Someone had forgotten their cooking. She grunted in annoyance, pulling the black and scorched meat off the fire.

After doing so, she went back to her table, peering down at the drawing she had made from pure memory of the beast she saw. Dark stripes as black as coal, and the mane so white that the tiger looked like a pair of shadows in the snow.

The claw's white, and not yellowed from use, like the usual tiger. No, this tiger carried itself with pride and honour. Grogona had noticed its strong legs and balanced movements. She peered over at her mask, feeling it, she missed her wolf greatly. However she could not ride with the old wolf she had been given, until she could find a new.

It was slow and old, it couldn't an carry orc no longer. She nodded to herself, a challenge. She let her fingers slide over the drawing, before putting on her leathers.

The tiger had no trouble smelling the creature from miles away, she growled out in anger. Had she not made it clear, that it was her territory? She would give her one last chance to save her own life, if she'd deny it, she'd kill it and serve her meat to her cubs. She sprinted off, the snow flipping off the ground into dusts of snow. It didn't take her long before she had her in sight. But what was this? A challenge? She peered down upon the strange creature.

Grogona had made her mind, she knew this was her territory, a challenge like this should get her attention. She sat down in the snowy fields and waited. Not before long she noticed the giant stood upon a hill letting out a deafening roar, she flinched slightly but only briefly before standing tall as tall as she could. Grogona took a deep breath letting out a roar in return, fierce and powerful. The tigers ears lied down and snarled, accepting the challenge.

The two warriors circled eachother for what seemed forever. Each too stubborn to make the first move, each wanting the other to bow to the other in surrender. Grogona snarled and bared her teeth, letting the tiger know she would not back down. She tiger snorted, she was larger than the creature, what was it thinking? It was strong, she knew it, but she she was stronger.

However she had denied her chance of survival, with a leap she sweeped Grogona down, holding her down and letting out a roar right in her face. But what was this? A soaring pain in her stomach, warm and wet. She looked down the ground around her, getting soaked, but in what? It flickered for her eyes, was she defeated? The area became red for her eyes.

She stumbled off the terrified Grogona with her dagger bloodied infront of her chest. She lied down just to rest. She looked over the landscape, tall trees carrying the snow on their barky shoulders. The desperate grass trying to reach the little sunshine. The clouds threatening her with cold and harsh weather, it all blurred together, becoming one.

Her, the matriach of the fangs of the north, defeated? By a small green creature, she let out a final grunt, an amused grunt, finally admitting defeat.

The tiger took a deep breath, readying herself for the after life. She would stand up and roar at any challengers, but what was this? Her spirit wasn't freed, and the air was the same as her world, she could still feel the burning pain in her stomach, but it was fading.

With a pained grunt she looked down to the wound, only to see the green creature holding a stone over the wound. The stone was clear as water, yet contained so much, it was undescribable. The light from the stone showered with wound with a blue glowing mist, soon the crystal lost its glow, crumbeling into nothing, along with her pain.

Grogona grumbeld, it wasn't the way she would have done it, but what happened, had happened. She covered the closed wound with some salve, checking it over once, nodding to herself. She was done, the same second she nodded, she was plunged into the snow. She grunted, not scarred this time. The tiger was a beast of honour and killing a creature whom had helpful intentions, was not the of beast's way. Soon it let her go and sat right next to her, and grunted. Grogona did the same, for hours they sat there in the snow, two strong trusting warriors.