One on one, even a lion is no match for a tiger. And let’s just call dire tigers what they are, shall we? Saber. Toothed.
The governor of Sirwat Province dictates that all non-white tigers in his domain be killed. The governor is actually a white-furred rakshasa; orange stripes offend his vanity.
A tiger has never been seen alive west of the Util Mountains. Presenting a specimen to their queen could earn adventurers her ear. But the overland route is barred by yetis and storm-calling, blue-headed ettins. The journey by sea involves sneaking past a naval blockade.
Monks who emulate the smilodon specialize in camouflage, leaping from concealment, and a fighting style emphasizing double dagger thrusts. They study the beasts in the wild, fashioning their begging bowls from the skulls of animals freshly killed by dire tigers.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 265