The panther was placed in such a way
that it still looked as if it would pounce.
Frank was captivated by the large cat.
The eyes stared back as he looked into them.
Light in the room played on its fur. He
could see the well defined muscles tightly wound ready to spring,
it's lips curled back, and head lowered, preparing to leap. Fangs
glistened.
“He's long dead.” Deadre's voice as
well as her touch startled Frank. Her grip was light on his arm, but
powerful as if about to spring. She smiled a wicked grin with
glistening teeth.
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