Recovering from being thrown to the ground by the giant cat, Zen pushes himself to his feet and makes ready to continue the fight. Four lacerations could be seen starting along his right arm and traveling across his chest at a slight downward angle. Blood slowly oozed from the wounds, collecting on tufts of fur before dripping onto the mud-covered ground. The tiger certainly has some strength behind them, capable of inflicting some serious injuries if it wasn't handled quickly. Sheela tried to intercept the tiger but was sent sprawling into the mud with a powerful kick. With Moresson tackled by the beast, its jaws crushing down against her shoulder, they needed help more than ever. Even if she was capable of sending rounds tearing into its underside, the creature wouldn't die fast enough to spare her.

Thankfully, Moresson wasn't alone! With Magnus intervening at the right time, Moresson was spared being mauled further by the aggressive feline. A power that defies scientific explanation allowed him to erect a sort of barrier around the fallen husky, preventing those deadly claws from ripping her apart. That wasn't all, because even if she was spared the damage, the tiger wasn't just going to stop. That was when Uvi's well-placed shot pieced through the beast, causing its body to shudder from the mortal wound it received. Reeling back, it releases its grip on the husky's shoulder and staggers to the side on shaky legs. It might have been looking for prey, but it had made the poor choice of attacking a well-armed group. With crimson blood pooling in its mouth, it only takes a few moments and a push to send it down to the ground. It was defeated and dying, any further wounds merely amplifying its agony as it bleeds out. Now with the threat dealt with, it was time to recover and re-evaluate the situation. Were their wounds too significant to continue, or would they be able to mend themselves and press on with the mission?

It was still raining rather heavily as Zen regroups with the rest. He was worried about what wounds the rest had suffered as his own would not stop him from pressing on. With a low growl he says, "Well, damn, looks like the predator we found tracks of before was still on the hunt. Even going so far as to track us down in the middle of the night." As Moresson took out her vengance on the dying feline, he rumbles, "I'm no doctor, but you should stop and focus on your injuries. It looked like it delivered a nasty bite to you." Brushing off some mud, he glances to the other three and says, "Lets try and get out of the rain an tend to our injuries. If anyone has any medical training, please take a look at Moresson and do what you can for them." It was unavoidable that some rain would have gotten into their tents, and Uvi's was now half-collapsed after he had been sent flying into it. It was unlikely that they had lost any supplies, but they still might have to suffer through some discomfort for the rest of the night. "Good shooting Uvi... and sorry about your tent. Feel free to use mine if you want to get out of the rain." He adds before moving over to it and starting to rifle through his supplies for a first-aid kit.

Even though she was wounded, she seemed to rise from the mud without a moment's delay. Still her neck fur stood puffed up, her teeth bared, while small drops of her saliva dripped from her muzzle, although one would probably not notice this in this miserable weather. The left flank of her snow-white fur was soaked with the brown mud, while a light crimson sheen mingled underneath... at first glance it might have looked bad, but the wounds were not very deep. As quickly as she had picked herself up, it seemed it was already over, she could see the predatory cat simply collapse, the last breath of its breath choked in its own blood. For her, however, the danger wasn't over yet, because as long as she didn't know that everyone else was okay, she simply ignored her own pain, hissing and growling from her lungs. "Is everyone okay? Have you seen any more of them?", she growled questioningly, but any danger seemed to have been averted.

Somewhat concerned, she looked to the husky, whose wounds looked painful, and was a bit annoyed that the big cat could just give her a quick swipe she hadn't seen. As the situation slowly cleared, the adrenaline slowly thinning from her body, she began to whimper softly as the pain returned and she realized that the injuries would definitely need to be treated. Gritting her teeth, she slowly limps over to Uvi and growls softly, "Phew, that was our rescue...thanks Uvi, what a shot!" She quickly looks to Zen a bit puzzled when he asks about medical training or something similar. Disappointed, she looks down at her paws before growling, "I don't have any training, but I do have the supplies for medicine, feel free to help yourselves." She shakes herself as splashes of mud and rain slide from her fur before she walking over to Zen's tent and dragging out the K9 harness the medicine supplies were in. "Looks like it's going to be a little tighter in the tent this night~", she jokes, growling as the slight whine of her pain accompanies each word.

Uvi stays still for a moment, shocked by what has just transpired - she basically killed a poor feral, and Moresson finished it in such a grisly display. Uvi doesn't register her party members' words at first, but finally she snaps out of this. People need help. Right! She wipes the water off her face and rushes towards Sheela, who has medical supplies. There's no point in looking for them in her crushed tent, obviously. As she opens Sheela's bag, only one thing goes through her mind - and that is 'rest, elevation, direct pressure'.