A huge, Muscular Tiger

A huge, muscular tiger. She was lying on her bed, wearing nothing but a dirty orange jumpsuit. Her fur was covered in scars, her eyes cold and predatory. The tiger slowly looked down at Texas, a cruel smirk spreading across her face. "Well, well..." she growled in a low, dangerous voice. "Looks like the sheriff finally got what was coming to her." She leaned forward, her breath hot against Texas' fur. "Welcome to hell, little lawdog."

Texas scrambled backwards until her shoulders hit the cold iron bars. She knew this tiger very well... Scarlet. The tiger chuckled darkly, stretching with lazy menace. "Mayor Vivian sends her regards. Said I should make your stay... memorable." She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing in the cramped cell. "Been looking forward to this ever since you locked me up for that stagecoach job."

She then got off the bed and stood over Texas, casting a long shadow that swallowed the weasel whole. Her claws scraped against the concrete floor, leaving faint white scratches. "I want you broken, Sheriff... But I'm also a fair tiger... So here's your choice: You'll lick my armpits clean every morning... Or I break your legs... Right here... Right now." She grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. "What do you say?"