Redtail Rise Aunt Jennifer's tigers

it certainly took a few heavy swats against her rump and the working magic of New Snow before Saturday finally coughed up what appeared to be a congealed meatball of flesh, covered in saliva and reeking of many scents. after clearing the blockage, Saturday takes a deep breath before making a shrill sound, one equivalent to a little kid scream-crying out of fear.

This was the first time that Saturday had felt fear. and she didn't like the feeling, not one bit.

so she goes between Wolverine and New Snow before settling on the ground in the middle of the two, tearful and cry-howling as she bundles herself in an attempt to self-soothe, paws coming to cover her misty eyes as she continues to feel fear in all of its horrible gloating glory.

def some healthy fear finally instilled in her!