{We told you, we get naturally stronger over time. There is no need for this, please! I am so hungry...} A feline voice begged.
"There is no escape! There are still nine hundred left paw strikes left. No food before you finish your set." A cold voice responded.
A week had passed, and the young human with the pair consisting of a wolf pup and a tiger cub was still inside the giant cavern. Branchless trees were placed inside the cracks in the ground, hundreds of claw marks left their barks shredded.
The tiger cub stood in front of one of them, swiping at the tree, leaving additional marks with every strike. Its paws were bruised, and it panted heavily. Initially, it tried to refuse to train, but it had already given up its resistance after only a day due to hunger and thirst. Raitigers were proud protectors with a sacred mission. They received tributes for their service and never lacked food nor water.
