Tamara mews some, sympathetically, and she gives Sar several tender licks over his muzzle.<br/><br/>"Hun, you've been pushing yourself too hard, you've been too excited about this. Just let them come. Don't focus on your instincts, or what you think are instincts. Don't try to force them out. Just let them come." She pauses and smiles. "You did wonderfully when you stalked and pounced on me earlier."<br/><br/>A quick shadow passes on her face when Sar speaks of her childhood, when she had to fend for herself. Although she has no clear memories of the events that happened, sicne she was very young, she does still remembers the intense fear, often to the point of panic, and pain she felt when she was living on the streets. But she quickly shakes it away.<br/><br/>"Sar, it was pure luck that I survived on the streets by myself. And I was even more lucky to be picked by someone nice who brought me to the pet store, and again when Arkain picked me up. I was just a cub, I'd probably not have survived for long if it wasn't for those lucky events."<br/><br/>Her voice is neutral when she speaks, yet it is obvious she is quite thankful to whatever powers are out there that she met with people such as the one who brought her to the pet shop, the owner of that pet shop, along with all the furs there at that time, and also Arkain.<br/><br/>"As for not being overwhelmed," she continued, quickly changing subject, "you just need to focus on the particular sound of smell you're following. Much like when you're having a discussion with someone on a crowded room. Just focus on it, and the rest should come naturally."