A striking black stripe formed the shape of a kingly "wang" character between its brows. Its eyes scanned the surroundings, exuding an aura of dominance and power - it was none other than the king of beasts, the tiger.,More than three years ago, Tiger Mom passed away, and he had practically nothing else to do.,In a short while, as we turned over a mountain ridge, two tiger roars grew louder and more intense, sounding as if they were about to fight any moment.。