Judging by their expressions, they seemed very pleased with their new home.
"Who made these? They were so fast," Feng Shan said, turning his head to look at Hu Zi.
"I think it was Nash and Peyton. I passed by the workshop on my way to the bar last night and saw them working through the night to build the tigers' dens," Hu Zi said, scratching his head, his tone a little uncertain.
"Tyson, do you like your new home?" Feng Shan's gaze landed on the tiger whose head was shaped like a hamburger, and he asked with a smile.
AWOO!
Tyson gave a low growl and nodded up and down, showing he liked his new home.
Just then, Coca-Cola must have heard Tyson's call. She trotted out from one of the wooden crates with light, delicate steps and gave a comfortable stretch.
When the Tiger Pack saw Coca-Cola, they voluntarily cleared a path for her.
It seemed they had taken Feng Shan's words to heart and were treating Coca-Cola as their big sis.
