Meanwhile, the Tiger Pack led by Tyson was now bearing down on the Wolf Pack.
These tigers had been pampered in captivity. Every one of them was well-fed to the point of being heavyset and over-nourished, but they had absolutely no fighting experience.
But now, the sight of the Wolf Pack ahead and the thought of their master and home behind them made them muster their courage.
One by one, they unsheathed their sharp claws, arched their backs, and postured as if ready for a fight to the death.
When the two sides were merely a dozen or so meters apart, they all halted, staring each other down.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Prince gazed at the group of strange big cats that had appeared before him, blinking his almond-shaped doggy eyes. He carefully sized up these creatures he'd never seen before, silently wondering to himself.
'Why do they look so much like Ms. Cola?'
'They're just a lot bigger than Ms. Cola, as sturdy as the musk oxen on the Tundra.'
