So just like the big cats back in her home world, just with fancy strips.

"And you want to keep such a beast as a pet?" Rose wasn't being judgmental or anything. She hand raised a dragon herself. Though she did not refer to Michael as a pet. He was a beast of war.

Somehow, such a pet seemed to suit the man sitting across from her. She didn't know much about him, but she could sense that he had a wild air about him.