It seemed not so long ago that Jeza had witnessed a woman in a similar situation get gobbled down by a majestic lion; only it had been the tamer to strip her. The thought of seeing it again sent a small thrill through her. But before she had time to contemplate it any further, she was snapped from her reverie by the feel of a foreign thing brushing against her. She turned, glancing over her shoulder at the tip of a tail which receded from view, and quickly she spun about to follow it to it's source. "My, my," she soothed, her voice thick and honeyed, "what a long tail."