Alaizabel soared into a tree, peering into the zoo. Masquerade lay down, watching a new tiger enter the cell. It did not seem happy, but of course, who would be? She leapt down to the edge of his fence, careful not to be seen, and purred by his ear. Masquerade, her sweet, beautiful, masquerade.
Masquerade edged up the cell a bit to hide Alaizabel from view of the keepers. His mixed emotions flew wild, angered at Alaizabel dangering herself, and happier than anything to hear her voice. He knew it was a forbidden relationship, as she was the size of a housecat, but he loved her to death. He always would.