Azura admired the great teeth that flashed when Black Stone yawned. These were easily as long as both of her hands put together. He stood eye to eye with her and those teeth snapping shut so close to her face should have been alarming, but it was Black Stone. Her Black Stone. She watched with swelling affection as he bounded up the long tunnel that led to the opening in the top of the cave.<br/><br/>Putting her hand on the top of her head in order to contain her excitement, she whirled around to see what she needed to do to make the cave habitable for him. The first thing she would do would be to enlarge her bed so that he would have a measure of comfort.<br/><br/>She worked all morning on scraping out a depression in the floor and making several trips to the topside in order to gather pine boughs. Luckily there were many of these not far from the hotsprings. Then, using the various hides she had collected and tans, albeit smaller ones, she layered them over the pineboughs. A careful observer would see that it was two separate sleeping places, but they were close enough together that Azura would be able to share body heat with the beast. In her mind, she planned to never allow him to be far from her again, especially at night.<br/><br/>Stirring up the fire, she poured fresh water into a cooking basket and added hot rocks to begin the tea making ritual. While the rose hips were steeping, she went through her collection of baskets and mats, to find him a special container for his feeding times. Of course, Tigers didn’t use platters and bowls as did people, but she wanted to give him the luxury  of not eating meat from the floor where it would collect dirt, twigs, dried leaves and small pebbles. Azura wished to honor Black Stone as a special guest of high status.