Redtail Rise Aunt Jennifer's tigers

Lilia made herself comfortable on the ground outside the den, where the children would never have to move more than a few paces to get back to the safety of the underground. Unfortunately for Saturday, the underground wasn’t what needed.

She heard and recognized the sound immediately and was glad the child didn’t panic and run. Her airway was restricted, likely by a mass of food still slippery with slime from her own bowels. Lilia sat up abruptly and with a movement deft, she shoved one forepaw beneath Saturday’s belly, raising her hind end a bit.

”Don’t hate me fer thith,” She grimaced, before she swung one paw back- and smacked the kid soundly on the bottom, hoping to dislodge the meat from her throat.