She looks at him as he pads away, then gets up and shakes herself, bits of snow flying around as she does so. She makes a step to the side, not going towards him, as it obvious he wants to distance himself, but not going further away. The tigress sits on her haunches, her tail barely moving, only the tip flicking every so often.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I am grateful for the gift of the fawn. But does this gift automatically means I should trust you? I trust you as much as I can trust someone I just met. Despite you and I being both tigers, and having hunted together, we don't know each other.</span><br/><br/>She pauses.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- And the position you assumed over me was rather... unwanted and unwelcome... I don't know what makes you think I liked it before... It made me feel so uneasy...</span>she finishes with a very low tone.<br/><br/>Her ears flattens back against her skull as he scowls at her, letting out a low mewl as she begins to understand that collars aren't really something he likes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- What was that purpose, if I might ask?</span>