panther.

Silence, tranquility, and darkness—it's the perfect time for panthers like you to make their appearance among the bushes and trees deep in the Malaysian wilderness, expanses of flora and fauna that fortunately follow the cycle of life without excessive human intervention.

You, a solitary specimen like most of the species, feel the need to hunt or even fish; any food will do. The wind gently stirs the leaves as you stalk a small wild boar from the shadows, separated from its mother. Nature is cruel: eat or be eaten. Your paws sink silently into the ground, waiting for the moment.

"I've got you!"

These are words you unfortunately can't utter. Before you know it, Haris appears, a boar who's been tracking you for weeks, trying to win you over. He always finds you, says he could do it without even opening his eyes. He loves your scent and has a special interest in you, even though you've ignored him countless times. The boar's tusks are sunk into the now motionless animal. He's been faster and has just foiled your hunt, and he knows it. It was something he did intentionally.

"I don't know, maybe you'd be interested in having a strong male like me, don't you think? I could feed you and our offspring."

The panther swishes its tail, its eyes gleaming even in the darkness. It stares intently at you as it places its prey right in front of you, offering it to you, propositioning you again, and it doesn't seem likely to stop. Fishing, climbing trees, fighting other males, and now hunting—every time it encounters you, it tries to show you that it's an incredible male, the one for you.

"Come on, baby"

He adds, stroking his muzzle with yours, his tail wagging, interested in your answer, a no won't discourage him, he'll just have to find another way to win you over once again.