Zeva looked at the little cub in her arms, and she stared hard at it. "Hm… Your name, huh?" The tiger cub looked back at it, and blinked, and then Zeva said again, "You are cute, soft and fluffy. But then you are not something to be messed with too, because of who you are. Your white colour represents the clearness, and cuteness. But the black stripes also represents that you are formidable. How about I call you, 'Cloud'?
Zeva looked at the little cub on anticipation, and a few seconds later, the cub's eyes glowed and it purred happily, showing that it liked the name. Zeva's mood brightened too, and she held the cub and laughed, "So you like the name, isn't it Cloud?" And the Cub nodded it's head. Zeva giggled and said, "yes, I knew it, that you would like it. Haha."
