Maestoso.
It had taken weeks of persistence but finally, the king had returned to his jungle.
Promenading an ostentatious catwalk that hypnotically moves his majestic mass under the thick, lustrous fur, this predator needs only his presence to let anyone know: he has not lacked prey.
Sneaking behind the bushes, he sniffs his territory, paying attention to the clues of his environment.
Suddenly, a twig cracks.
His ears turn, all that follows is silence. His heartbeat pumps up, adrenaline rushes, he freezes as his brain computes whether to fight or flight.
With response on hold, he wonders who else hides in the shrubs.
“Ginger! Come back inside!”- The familiar voice triggers the flight response. Jiggling his belly in a quickstep style, he meows to himself “I was getting hungry anyway”.
