Perhaps... The lion I took care of wasn't like this, but everyone is different. [ She notices the cute little fox, watching it try to interact with her baby through the longest stare. She doesn't find it offensive, but her lion is making a fuss. Saber isn't a motherly type, so she places her lion back down where he'll start hiding behind her ankles again--even if they're scrawny and nothing to hide behind. ]
This is your carrier? [ She doesn't crouch, but admires from her position. ]
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This is your carrier? [ She doesn't crouch, but admires from her position. ]