I placed the cub in my paws on the ground and took of my robe, preparing for battle as my kin did in times before... tooth and nail would be my weapon, the child before me my foe.... One would live, one would die... as where the rites of the damned. As I stood there, my fur the only thing protecting me, I fell to all fours, and soon I was stalking my prey, circling around her, trying to locate her weak spots... trying to know where to strike... to KILL.