Tiger had always been on the friendly side of the Podmores so he was more than glad to attend a celebration for the zoo. He could hardly believe it had been ten years already. It had been a fun day and things seemed to be winding down. He knew the evening soiree was going to be more selective so perhaps it would be more relaxed? Not that Tiger was unused to rowdy - he had been raised in it.

He saw Podmore just as he tried unsuccessfully to save a young woman from the emu. He darted over and knelt next to the young woman. A broken arm, if he had to guess. "Do you have the emu handled, Mister Podmore?" He asked as he wandlessly magicked up a splint to for the young womans arm. Hopefully others would come to help corral the runaway emu.