"Master!"
The familiar voice shouted, and I could almost recognize whose voice it was immediately—well, actually, there's only one person who will refer to me as such. Can I even call him a person? A tiger.
The white tiger suddenly showed up out of nowhere, tail wagging and eyes sparkling. I didn't even notice him clinging to my arm until Luke told me about him.
"Why are you here?" I asked, surprised to see him. Did he follow me here?
"What do you mean why?!" He gasped as he returned the question, half excited and half shocked. "My master is here, so of course, I have to be here as well! I will go to wherever my master goes!" He claimed, and Luke frowned.
"Whose puppy is this?" Luke asked in between the pile of questions, having heard of the tiger for the first time in his life. "And why is it hanging onto your arm like a monkey? Get off her," he plucked the tiger, throwing him to the floor like a used cloth.
