" The cat was still clawing at him, still trying for supremacy, but not in his usual aggressive, out for blood and mayhem, for the taste of human flesh manner. No this time he felt almost playful.
Playful? His Leopard? There was no time;even in childhood, his Leopard had never felt playful. "

― Christine Feehan , Leopard's Wrath (Leopard People #11)