MEOW!
Coca-Cola must have smelled the unfamiliar animals, because he shot out of the wooden cabin like a little cannonball.
His round eyes instantly went wide.
His usual lazy expression vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer curiosity.
A group of "kin" many times his own size had appeared before him, but the scent wafting from them made Coca-Cola instinctively sense danger.
Coca-Cola tilted his small, fluffy head and stared intently at the group of large, strange creatures, his claws subconsciously scratching lightly at the ground.
He looked as if he was wondering why these "big calico cats" had suddenly appeared in his territory.
As the master of the cabin, Coca-Cola was not about to show any weakness.
He raised his fluffy tail high, arched his back slightly, and the fur along his spine bristled.
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he issued a warning to these uninvited guests.
However, the Tiger Pack quickly noticed Coca-Cola.
