Just call me sugar, I stated in that cool tone of voice the girl’s just loved, but her sneer suggested my dulcet tones didn’t exactly please, and perplexed I retreated to the other side of the enclosure.
I couldn’t understand it, I’d heard the keepers, and I mean they’d been pretty obvious about it.
We need to introduce new blood, the breeding program has stalled, perhaps a change in diet.
Scowling I eyed her with disdain, I was willing even if it was an interspecies thing. I mean did she think a lioness was my idea of a perfect mate.