The motion detector on the Angel's shoulder chimed. It had been a simple thing to engineer - it had pulled one almost entirely intact from a security point in the facility, then she'd just needed to add a portable fuel source and a shell. Given the tiger-rich environment it had been heading into, it had considered setting the alert tone to a large animal roar - not out of place, wouldn't draw humans - but it had decided against it for two reasons. Firstly was simple annoyance - there were only so many times you could hear wet_leopard_growl.avi at max volume.

The second reason is that she loved cats and wanted to pat them.

The Angel of the Harvest turned its wicker-mask face up to face the terrifyingly huge jaguar beast. While maintaining an unblinking stare it reached into its bag and produced a whole, raw, bloody boar leg, wrapped in plastic. It unwound the plastic smoothly and then dropped the leg on the ground, then took several long steps back. Then it spread open palms out and gestured towards the meat.

Of course the idea that it was possible to communicate with an apex predator was not founded in data. Even with the unstable genome of canines it had taken thousands of years to properly domesticate them. Plenty of zookeepers were mauled to death by animals they had raised from kittens in controlled environment. But the Angel of the Harvest's toxic trait was believing that if she stared into the eyes of a great cat they would recognize the true nature of each other's souls and form an immediate, mystical bond and then she'd get to ride around on it perhaps while shooting a bow and arrow. 

Most people, the Angel believed, shared that dream. They just did not act on it for base reasons like 'survival'. But you missed one hundred percent of the shots you didn't take.