She runs on all fours as fats as she can, but she's no match for the bigger tiger, ehnce why she used this sneaky tactics, to try and see if she can win, and also to see how he'd react. She's quite happy to see that he seems quite amused by her strategy. She's panting by the time they both reach the door, and she meeps as she hits the door, slamming it open.<br/><br/>Tamara does nto realize that they just polished the floor until she realizes her shoes are slipping on the floor. She falls quite heavily, landing on her rump, the fall elicting a yip when her rump hits the floor. The tigress watches Sar spins and slides on the floor, cringing and wincing when he hits the couch and it tips oevr with a bang. Her ears flattens against her skull and she mews in sympathy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Sar, are you alright?</span>she asks as she gets up, slowly, carefully.<br/><br/>She looks at the tipped couch, worried not to hear any answer. She pads towards the couch, as quickly than possible given the situation, and looks over it, very worried now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Sar? Answer me please...</span>she says, while climbing on the tipped couch and looking at the pile of couch piloows, grabbing them and throwing them away as she begisn to look for her tiger friend, very cocnerned that he might have hurt himself.