The she rolls onto her belly, then rises onto four powerfully muscled legs 
and turns to face him, roaring, roaring even louder than he, filling the air 
with fury, her ears laid back, fangs bared and gleaming. Raman begins to roar in 
answer, but then falls silent, astonished. The she is shaped just like him! Their fur is colored differently, but otherwise they might have been cast 
from a single mold. Confusing thoughts, some only half-formed, rush 
helter-skelter through his mind. He has been across half the world and never 
encountered another creature like himself. Where did this she come from?