The tiger simply regards her for a moment and realised, just as she did that she'd been softened somewhat, understandably really as the... peculiarities of the parks prey items allowed one to make a living without all this stalking. However that dosen't account for Bitsa, who takes a certain enjoyment from the hunt and having spent more then two decades in the wild had develped habits that even the park couldn't break. Nodding to her gently the tiger would draw breath himself and then speak, steam billowing from his lips as he whispered.<br/><br/>"We're close now, I think the snow might have kept things from carrying too far, follow close."<br/><br/>The tiger then turns himself about facing off in their direction of travel and starts to pad off once more, tigress assumably in tow behind him. It wouldn't be long before they'd hear the weak gurgling of a creek, mostly frozen over, but still surviving through trickles. They would be approaching the edge of the forest they were working through now and the bright light reflecting off the snow could be seen illuminating into the forest as they approached and the big tiger before her crouched down and started to creep forward, looking back for a moment to look at Tamara, their eyes meeting and hopefully convaying the need for silence and that she'd need to ready herself for swift and deadly action.