The tigress, standing tall and overlooking the high cliff which protruded outwards from a mountain wall like an uncompleted bridge trying to reach the ends of the world. Her vulture like eyes gazing across the golden horizon silhouetted with shadows of acacia trees and tall savanna grass. On her face, wrote a whelming amount of overpowering ambition and strength. Her slow gaze moved steadily on to the plains, where the hyena, antelopes, rhinoceroses, elephants and even members of her own clan stood. Their heads were bowed gently downwards, as a sign of respect and recognition. For, indisputably, She was the Alpha, the leader of the pack.
Yet, upon hearing her child's sincere woes, she looked down at him, this time, with the feminine eyes of an understanding mother, and answered.
"It's because I eat Tiger biskuat, my dear. "
