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.,Having made up my mind, I crept closer so that I could see more clearly.。