"I am the Angel of the Harvest," it said. "I wish to bring an abundance to all."

The Angel hadn't discounted the possibility that the jaguar might understand speech, or even talk itself. Hardly an unreasonable prospect in the shadow of an entity as genetically engineered as Sandra - if the people who had done that had decided to safeguard it with a phalanx of intelligent cats there wouldn't be anything stopping them. The bone composition if nothing else indicated that the creature was actually higher tech than the Angel itself, so imagining itself to be smarter seemed doubly foolish.

"My intention is to climb the back of Sandra," it went on. "I intend no threat or harm. I would like it if you came with me. If not, I would like to pass through your hunting grounds."