Tamara purrs back in the same fashion, the kind of purr she never uttered out before, the kind of purr that would probably scare off any herbivore who might hear it. She watches with delight as Sar undresses in the blink of an eye, her eyes staring for a moment at the very erect tigerhood. Her tail flicks happily, anticipating the pleasure of the incoming mating session, and she licks her lips some. The very graceful and quite silent movements of his body shows the true nature of the young tiger, the feral efficient predator that hides on him, that makes up for his core, and it awakes Tam's own feral and predatory nature even more.<br/><br/>She'd have probably loved to have him rip her clothes with his claws, to claim her as his this way. Somewhere on her mind, the feral tigress needs to be truly claimed, to be made his, to find the male that will make her truly submit and recognize him as her dominant, until death do them part, like tigers in the wild. But the message in Sar's eyes is clear...<br/><br/>As fast as he did, Tam undresses, standing in front of him bare of any clothing, nearly throwing the chair aside as she does so. Her arousal is quite obvious: her nipples are stiff and shows through the lush and soft fur of her chest, her tail sways happily, and her sex is warm and wet, while her scent has thickened, and carries out a lot of sexual pheromones, making her pant softly already. She quickly positions herself on all fours, her rump towards him, ready and willing to be taken the tiger way, wanting so badly to feel him take her, slide his member inside her and mate with her. She wants Sar to take the young girl she is and make her a woman, a true female.