It's a fuck-off big tiger!

A large white tiger stalked menacingly out of the bushes, roaring at Set, showing off great sharp teeth. A tiger?! That was the last thing he expected in this land, especially a white one. It was like no tiger he'd seen before. It was definitely bigger and meaner, with longer canines and more stripes than he'd previously seen on white tigers, making its overall appearance seem darker and more unforgiving. Set correctly guessed that it was of no species thus far recorded. He normally liked tigers, and didn't want to kill this one, but it sure didn't seem like it wanted to be his friend.

As the tiger prowled from side to side, eyeing him down, three more emerged from the undergrowth, and they started to circle him. The fuck? Tigers hunting in packs? Set sheathed his machete and withdrew both his cutlass and his revolver from their sheath and holster. This was gonna end badly. Hopefully not for him.

One of the tigers behind him leaped at him, pushing him to to the ground and knocking his gun out his hand. Thick claws scraped into his back, drawing blood, and he felt the tiger's ragged breath on his exposed neck.