The anthro-tigress smiles and nods at his answer. He's obviously right, and it seems he does knows the sector quite well. She looks at him as he lays at her sides, and can't resist the implied invitation, shifting a bit to press some against him, a low churring vibrating her chest. For some unknown reason, maybe because he's a tiger like her, maybe because she unconsciously sees him as some sort of an avatar of all the tigerkin, maybe because he's quite the powerful and strong male tiger, or maybe for all thoses reasons, or for others, she feels safe with Bitsa.<br/><br/>Tamara feels in a light and happy mood, as shown by her fooling around a few minutes ago, and she'd like to have Bitsa as a friend. Acting without really thinking about what she's doing, just feeling like doing it, she comes closer to him, placing her head under his big chin, her muzzle buried into the thick and warm fur of his neck, her whole body snuggled against his, loving the feeling of the strong beast so close to her, filling her nostrils with his scent with each breathing she takes, eyes half closed. She doesn't reallyr ealizes what she's doing, she just felt like doing it.