LET'S GO IN THE GARDEN / intro

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His violent thrashing continues, attempting to forcefully rip apart the net to no avail. There is that old saying, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again and it seems the large beast is taking it literally. Of course, one cannot expect results to change if they do not change the process in some manner, not that this will click in his mind. Just try again. Eventually the net must give out, surely. Snarls and growls release from him, frustration fueling his actions, sharp teeth bared. He must make this awful thing get off of him! He simply wanted to eat his rabbit in peace, but now he is trapped. He contemplates giving up, saving his energy. But, he only stops when he senses another approaching. He instantly tenses up, a low, warning rumble rising from his throat. His tail twitches back and forth and he attempts to position himself in a defensive manner. The withered, torn flower crown wrapped around his right front leg inches closer to his chest. His eyes stare at it, a fire behind the heart-shaped glow within his gaze. It speaks to him. This must be one of them.

His rumble becomes a bit louder. He does not wish to speak, but he wants them to hear his frustrations, he wants them to know not to mess with him. Danger is present. If they threaten him, he will be benefited from his strength and size, but he is tangled within the trap. It is not an ideal situation. The tiger's head slowly shifts over his catch in a protective way, not allowing anyone to take his prey away from him. It is clear, when looking closer and longer at the male, that he is skinny for a Siberian tiger. It is not to an unhealthy point, but it is noticeable.

The fact that the individual calls for help will indicate to him that they likely will not threaten him or his catch, but he does not relax. "Rrrrr-Roy," he struggles to state, grumble in his voice. If they are going to help, he will not threaten them but he will not lose his guard.