Cyrus flinched as she wrapped her paws around his ankle. He jerked his foot away in surprise. "Oh... I... guess you can't understand me." He looked off in the direction of his village, Aczel, meaning "Blue Waters." He chuckled and looked down at the tiger-girl. "I've got to go." He gestured in the direction of the village, hoping she would get some idea as to what he was saying. "I need to cook..." He mimed stirring a pot. "...food." He then rubbed his stomach.<br/><br/>He pet her, scratching behind her ears before going off in the direction of his village, what was left of the rabbit in hand. Cyrus went directly to his house. It was a quaint little cottage only big enough for one person. That was fine though. Cyrus had few friends, no lover, and no family nearby. He was alone. But tonight, thank the gods, he had meat. Cyrus brought out his biggest pot and began to prepare the stew.