Redhawk Caldera I am Spartacus

Tiger bounded toward the scene. Sebastian and mama Fox were already there. So was Wildfire. It would seem trouble was drawn to the girl, didn't it? But she sprung to the side of Wildfire, wondering, too, what would be wanted of the girl. Was she too young to get wholly involved? Tiger frowns. "I want to say you should stay here," she furrows her brow. What was the warrior-in-training meant to do? "Watch how they handle it. Your mother didn't even hesitate. You're not supposed to hesitate with trespassers, just go for them. Like your mom... and Sebastian is ready to help, however commanded, but if it were me I would've just attacked."

Tiger was giving her own training, so to speak, but ready to bring in her own assault if necessary. After Wildfire's incident, and given how not-so-long ago it was, Tiger was wary about letting her sail into the fray personally. If Fox wanted it in the future, she imagined the mother would say as much. "If you go near pack-lands, its that packs call how to handle you and what they think is too close. This guy is in the Caldera. So hopefully he dies..." the scent was familiar. It reminded her of the moron she met, the one who had spoke of capturing her and taking her as a slave.