He laid the piece of tiger-flesh, as if it were somehow still alive, gently to the frigid ground.
"Who did this?" he thought to himself. "Who could have performed such a terrible act? The aliens. No. What reason could they possibly have to do such a thing?" That left, of course ...

The past.
In the arctic cold, a heartless Preadacon threatens a defenseless animal. For victory, he would take the life of an innocent. Such was the nature of ...

The present.
"Megatronnnnnnnnnnn!" The name. The sound of the very name as he stated it outloud caused the bleakest, darkest, most raw emotion to well up from the hidden ramparts of Tigatron's soul. He threw up both arms into the night air, shook his fists in uncontrolled fury. Cycles later, when the last ebbs of the fury drained from his cicruits, Tigatron repeated the cursed name. This time, hwoever, he whispered:
"Megatron" The whisper echoed around him. "Megatron" "Megatron" "Megatron"

Stating the hated name over and over, a grin of satisfaction developed on the Maximal's face. And when he spoke again, it would be the final words uttered until the battle was upon him.

"I will hunt you down, Megatron. I will destroy you slowly, piece by piece. And, after I strangle the confession from you lips, when I know what dark design drove you to this heinous act, I will rip the circuits from your throat with my bare teeth." The Maximal defiantly turned around until he faced the direction of the Predacon base.

"Beast mode." He transformed, and just before beginning his quest, he turned around one last time. Surveying the slaughter, he made one last silent vow.

Then there was nothing except for the sound of fury driving into the snow.