It was another new day on the island, another warm, bright, and crisp morning. The golden sun was always a pleasure to see. And what a great timing to have breakfast. Taj began to feast on one of his hares he hunted yesterday evening. It wouldn’t fill him for most of the day, but it was better than nothing. He’d dine again in peace, sure that he could handle any scavengers. And after his encounter with that last tigress, he was on high alert.
A new day in a new place. It was a pleasure to have the rays of run warm her pure golden coat. As one paw placed over the other, the tigress would glance across the landscape with her light green eyes. ‘This is an odd place’ she thought, ‘I need to know my way around this here if I plan on staying.’
As soon as his feast had started, it was over in the