The tourists, upon hearing the soul-stirring roar of a tiger, all felt a tingling sensation on their scalps!
They held their breath subconsciously, and for a moment, all chatter ceased.
Ice Cake was startled too; it had been happily frolicking in the grass, pretending to pounce in the snow, but suddenly its body pressed close to the ground, its ears pricked up, and it carefully turned its neck, looking tense and vigilant.
However, it soon realized that it must have been Mama Jiaojiao's roar and got up again.
Normally, Ice Cake was very eye-catching, but in the snowy field, its white fur blended in with the pure white of the snow, except it was slightly duller in sheen.
A quick glance could easily miss it, but upon careful observation, it could still be spotted.
Now four months old and weighing 40 pounds, Ice Cake was considered a young tiger. It had grown more sensible, and Jiaojiao didn't need to watch it as carefully as before; the two tigers would play separately.