"He's still a pup. He'll get better the older he gets." Except for rutting season. But she didn't want to say out loud.
"There were different ones. A saber-toothed Lion that I had rescued as a cub, a Siberian Tiger, the others I wouldn't know what they were called the island didn't have them in any books I had read. I wasn't scared, no. The worst that could happen was death, and that just... I was curious what happened to us when we died. So I wasn't afraid." She forgot her own, leaning on the table with her chin in her hands. "I didn't know the family that took care of the farm. I just went and collected my share, and remembered to save seeds and dry them out of the leftovers."