The adventure

The camp was strangely silent as Pas and Kuri sat and discussed Pantherlike things. Over the crackling of the camp fire a strange squealing sound could be heard.............a distressed squealing...........a HELP I'm being shot squealing!! Our poor helpless (coughs) little piggies were being massacred and they were crying out for us to help them.
The two panthers leapt slowly to their feet and ran as fast as they could creep to the edge of the camp wall. They peeked over. Behold a vast army lay below and our pigs were ..........in trouble!
Without a thought our two brave sisters unleashed an arrow storm at the intruders one or two of which actually hit and before such an onslaught the ne'er do well soon lay unconscious below.
His army of many hundreds had fled after witnessing the awesomeness of the pair and the field lay open before us.
dit.

The Reality

Some idiot, deciding to take a short-cut, shoots at those damned aggressive pigs and they attack him. He does manage to down them but not before he's dangerously in the red. Now this represents just the sort of odds that Pas and I LOVE.
So we shoot him and capture him - eventually. One tiny flaw in our plan - we can't reach him to bind him as the damned pigs are having TOO much fun and won't let him up. He does eventually arise and tries to leggit back to the dock...................but we are waiting and he is NO match for our greatness. The pigs had left him VERY much in the red - once again, my kinda odds.
His name was Needles, I'd seen him at the Valk sim and he wasn't really into RPing with panthers (his words) so we let him go. I did tell him it wasn't our intention to leave him being assaulted by the pigs, we just couldn't get to him to bind him and in his defence he did say he thought it was quite amusing - and it was. Pas did try and get him but the Pigs nearly had her as well.

The tribe has survived many difficulties, the founder was lost for 2 years, on her return the tribe suffered a deep schism and elements chose to form a new tribe, however the founder led the tribe on a long journey to eventually find their way back home to where it all started, in the lands of Tharna, the city they had helped to make strong all those years ago (9 real life years). Now began the long process of rebuilding something that seems to have as many setbacks as it has bonuses, but the core membership are true and strong, the Zimas remain to this day true to their founding ideals and strong in their mountain home.