Redtail Rise Aunt Jennifer's tigers

Lilia chuckled as Saturday came toward her happily, and felt the feathering of the child's breath along her cheek. A wet smear of drool along Lilia's cheek was enough to tell her that the child was hungry, so after pacing in a circle a couple of times, she lowered her head and regurgitated a pile of half-digested meat for the kid to have. She licked her lips and sat back, eyeing the gross pile of red meat with a mild hint of amusement. "Have at it, li'l jitterbug," She said with a chuckle.