Lilandra watches the mice treat grai, then glances down at the javelin jutting from her hip, tearing it out with a growl and tossing it away as an equally angry growl comes from her belly, "FORGET THIS! I haven't eaten in days, and now I got a hole in my hip! I'm going back for that tiger thing, atleast it's meat. Stay here Grai, I'll be back." Lilandra has a VERY low tolerance for hunger, and she hadn't eaten in days. She skitters off to the weretiger she fileted, to make a meal of it. {{Since the dead weretiger can't exactly struggle or anything, I'll just take 20 on all my checks^^}}