My tigress

The behemoth waited a while longer, shook its head, and then slowly relaxed its fangs, standing up.,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.,Anyway, there were no animals in these woods that could threaten him. As for the most dangerous humans, he slowly realized this after his initial worry.。