Felih just grins a bit. "He'll deal with it," he purrs, because let's face it, if Felih whines enough, Alphinaud will give in.

The leg is injured, but it will heal in time, with care Felih will certainly provide. He reaches over and gently scratches behind the cub's ear, and the kit relaxes and purrs, wiggling a little in contentment, especially when Pinya rubs her belly.

"I'm thinking Sasha," he says. "She's really quite sweet. And this young, they're easy to train and tame." Much like Tito had been. "It's a good thing I've still the bottle I used with the other kits."