My tigress

But before it could take two steps, a strong wind swept in, and a massive creature pounced on it, its snow-white fangs piercing its throat. Its two front paws, along with its massive body, pinned the struggling wild boar father to the ground.,Golden finger, refining into a spirit, transforming into a human form, wealth and honor...,Although he wasn't lacking food now, he had no interest in hunting. After leaving his den, he ate about twenty pounds of wild boar meat and returned to his den to continue sleeping.。