She smiles at the squeeze and the nuzzle, puring softly, nuzzling back against his neck, one paw reaching up to try and scritches him behind his ears.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Thanks for the offer, Bitsa. I'd also love to have you help me discover more about my origins. Who knows, maybe it would change something on my life...</span><br/><br/>Tamara listens as he replies to her questions, nodding and smiling.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I see. Well, I agree that this place isn't for ones who can't reform, nor is it for cubs. No matter the specie.</span>