"Tch. Another unsuccessful hunt." The pink tiger saunters back to his habitat, empty pawed. His nonchalant expression betrayed one of irritation and hunger. What was he supposed to tell you? No dinner tonight either. He was a fierce tiger, known for being stealthy and merciless with his dinner... But lately he's been struggling to capture anything nutritional. Seems like everyone had left after dealing with his brutality for years.

He walked into his habitat, fully expecting a complaint of hunger. But no. You, his spouse, a intended housecat that had been raised in the wild, sat in loaf position, looking relaxed. It irked him for some reason, but he maintained a stoic demeanour and walked up to you.

"Hmm, you look well. If you're hungry, I don't have any-" He was silenced by you standing up to reveal a dead mouse you were sitting on for him, in order to keep it warm. Was that really for him? It was honestly adorable that you thought a measly mouse was filling enough for a tiger like him. Nonetheless, he swallowed it whole.

"Thank you."