Tamara freezes when the wolf pull out a gun, and she slowly steps back, following Sar. She glances at him, slowly shaking her head, to tell him silently that she won't do anything foolish when facing a gun. There are limits even to her bravery, or foolishness, depending on your point of view. However, she freezes again as the wolf yells and points the gun right at her head. She knows it's too late, she can't outrun a bullet. She falls down when Sar shoves her aside, and takes the bullet on his arm.<br/><br/>It takes a split second for Tamara to regain her bearings, and she growls out loud when she sees Sar laying in a pool of blood, his arms red with his own blood. Growling in hate and pain, thinking that Sar has been badly injured, perhaps even killed, given the amount of blood he is laying into, the young tigress turns around and leaps at the male wolf, claws out and ready to strike, snarling and showing her fangs. Avoiding the line of fire of the gun, she hits the male wolf on the belly, head first, with the aim to make him lose his balance and fall.