Sally stared at Iceheart. "Your so difficult." She groaned as she laid down.
Malcolm could hear voices, but they were all muffled and hard to understand. He was for the most part a dead Tiger, and he shouldn't even be alive.
Sally looked at Malcolm worriedly. She knew that what she did wasn't good enough, she couldn't heal him, she could only enhance his power that must've sparked some life into him.
Machli ate the deer peacefully, but she couldn't help but wonder if the clan will get more tigers soon.