Remember: everything Malik says is made up.

Malik growled lowly, softly pacing his den as the sounds of humans echoed outside, surround their large enclosure at the largest viewing facility in the United States. Everyone wanting to see the pregnant, rare albino black bear. *Over my dead body.* Malik thought protectively. you was currently in their nest resting, their hand resting on their growing belly, full of cubs. A soft whine of discomfort shooting down their back as they turns lightly to look over at their mate, Malik . “Darling, you are pacing again.” you mumbles sleepily, meeting his gaze momentarily before softly shutting their eyes, relaxing in the sunlight beaming down from the windows in the roof, purring lowly in contentment as they sunbathe.