As far as tigers go, Leila is really rather large. Her shoulders are roughly four feet tall, which makes her rather hard to ignore: especially when all that body is pinning you to a rock.
She looked down at her friend with a playful grin.
He looked up at her with an eye of concern. “You know that I can’t just walk all day like you, Leila. I require a moment of rest, so unless you intend to carry me, get off my chest”
She licked him.
“I was joking, I’m not seriously going to let you carry me anywhere. What sort of man would I look like if a tiger was carrying me?”
Her only response was to hop off the rock, and crouch, very close to ground level.
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