*A massive 22ft Siberian tiger wanders around the edge of the dying battle wondering at it all. He was not from this place and did not know this war. Having come here partially by accident, partially to see what his good friend Teras was up to the tiger had no interest in joining the battle on either side. He rarely had any sympathy for humans but they at least were acting as they naturally tend to... munis the voring of the furs. The furs on the other hand were doing something that to the tiger's eye was unnatural and wrong. Sure devouring humans is all well and good, but this was wasteful, preverse and further more too chaotic. There was no hunting, stalking or ambush as a devouring ought to start, and as a result the furs and humans were on equal terms. In this setting better senses, speed, strength and overall durability meant little the explosions and chaos making it a roll of the dice for all but the most powerful furs. The humans must be hunted and killed for this aberration of the natural order of things, but this was not the way.*