It's the animal sense.

You've got it, Kit.

Behind the king sat the Council of Three--three wise old ducks I wouldn't trust with an old umbrella." Winnie laughed.
"While we were salaaming and genuflecting and using grandiloquent phrases the bally leopard got loose, somehow.

Maybe some one let him loose; I don't know.

Anyhow, he made for the king, who was too thunderstruck to dodge.