Dirty

The baby tiger stopped growling and zeroed in on Song Jia.

It tilted his head to the side, confused by the sudden familiarity.

It no longer looked alarmed, merely confused.

"Where is it? Where?!"

"Go! Look for it!"'

"Catch the cub!!"

They heard noises from a distance.

The cub who had relaxed only a moment ago flipped and turned towards the bushes. Its tail stood up once more. 

"Grrrrrr…." It growled, baring its teeth.

The leaves rustled and soon men appeared.

Some were holding nets while the others had various weapons.

The men looked rugged. "Oho! What do we have here?"

"Just our luck! Not only are we going to get the cub, we'd also be filling up our coffers!"

He Zhenya gasped as she recognized the emblem on their robes. It was an image of a vulture's silhouette.

"It's the Flock of Shadows." She whispered to Song Jia.