It had been a long time since Lind had suffered such major injuries. He had been hurt and had to withstand attacks but never had his defense been so totally breached in millennia.
His tail was gone for the moment but it could easily be regrown in time. His blood was a bit thin so he felt dizzy too. He downed several elixirs as he reflected the dichotomy of his counterpart.
She seemed to have been ruled by the instincts of her tiger soul where he had chosen to forge his own path. Dragons were notoriously arrogant and easy to prick their pride but to anger them was rather difficult.
It would be more accurate to say they found other races annoying.
They also defaulted to wiping out nuisances even if most people would see it as overkill.
White tigers, on the other hand, could be a bit more frivolous but no less violent as they had all come to learn. There were some more problematic issues, however.
