My tigress

Soon, the wild boar father's calls grew weaker and his struggles became feeble. Soon he lay still, lifeless.,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.,A smile flickered in my heart. I didn't get closer; this kind of thing he could only solve himself.。