The tiger laughs and shakes his head, nuzzling and nibbling at Tamara gently as she brings herself back along side him and the tiger nods back towards Fire, bidding him fare well.<br/><br/>"Good luck Fire, and thank you, this means a lot to me"<br/><br/>The tiger says watching him fly off towards the Amur, the tree-dotted landscape unfolding beneath him with a thick bed of snow, spread out below him with the broad stroke of the Amur curved across the massive land that was Siberia as the river headed first west and then south through the snowy forests and rolling hills and mountains. There would be ships along the river, massive ocean-going ones even that had worked their way in from the pacific working their way towards Khabarovsk one of the furthest inland sea ports in the world and an important port of call for the Russian submarine fleet.