My tigress

A striking black stripe formed the shape of a kingly "wang" character between its brows. Its eyes scanned the surroundings, exuding an aura of dominance and power - it was none other than the king of beasts, the tiger.,Moreover, according to his limited knowledge, tigers begin to gradually enter their decline after about ten years old.,After a satisfying meal, I was not at all tired and let out another long sigh.。