They sat in the Angelus home. Alpha was now with them. She had returned from her vacation, sorry to have missed the adventure. She was, however, ecstatic to see the tiger.
	“She’s so beautiful!,” she squealed.
	“I thought you’d like her,” Avarice said. Jimla smiled.
	“I love you guys,” Avarice said. “You too, Luster,” he added, referring to the tiger. It was a good fit. The tiger sauntered over to him, and he scratched her under the chin.
	“It doesn’t get any better than this,” Alpha sighed dreamily.
	“No,” Avarice said, more to himself than to anyone in particular. “It doesn’t.”