Tamara looks at the lake too, ears perked up, sniffing the air some, already seeking for any trace of the presence of otters nearby. She creeps up on his head, resting her chest on the back of his head, her head between his ears.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I can be intimidating too, my dear,</span>she whispers into his ears.<span style="font-style: italic">There is way more to meet than the eyes with this particular tigress...</span><br/><br/>She looks around, carefully scanning the area.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Do you think we will be lucky enough to find an otter around here?</span>she copntinues to whisper on his ears.<span style="font-style: italic">They must all be hibernating right now...</span>