Ch 17 Part 3

The Grey Tiger did not have to think. Adrenaline coursing through his body, every one of his senses trained on Nameless. Came to prone without hesitation, spun around, and lept on the grizzly's nape, The Grey Tiger's teeth buried deep into hide, he began kicking and stomping at Nameless with rear claws that dwarfed the meat hooks in the front. There was too much neck to get a lethal bite, but it did have a reaction, mouth full of fur and hide. The hide on his back was just too thick, claws tore in but not deep. There was blood spattering the ground with every kick and stomp, front and back. The Grey Tiger looked like a kitten with a large ball of bleeding yarn he could not stand to part with.