“We’re not going to kill the boy. I already told you.”
“Maybe you’re not going to do it, but I’m in need of a new pair of slippers,” the panther complained, with a hiss between his teeth.
His attitude seemed to irritate his feline companion even more, because the other one frowned violently and showed his fangs.
“Álvaro, aren’t you listening to me? No one is going to hurt him,” he emphasized, with a severe growl in the back of his voice. “There’s no need, he’s just a useless cub; we can find another use for him. Now take him to the cage, with the other one. Do it. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
That impressed me enormously. I think it struck all of us who were there and weren’t felines: although Álvaro was still not very happy with the decision, he snorted and bared his teeth a little b
