Fire, the tiny little gryph, grinned and lowered his head under the massive tongue.   That comment, a joke really, from Bitsa had him laughing as he was plucked up gently and placed on a higher perch.  But he responded to Tamara first.  "I shall take that as a compliment!   Always a pleasure to help out a friendly tiger!"<br/>The birdycat saw what was left of his old body, mangled and bloody, and did not even flinch.   But, well, they may want to dispose of the feathers.   Black primaries of that size could not be found here naturally, and would be an instant clue that something funny was here on the planet.  Not that Fire knew any of this, though.  "ALright, first question, to tiger mates always share their food so gracefully?"