Tamara suddenly pounces on Fire, careful to pounce him in a way that he would not fall on his map, nor risk ripping it, even though the map shouldn't rip so easily as it is a plastic map Tamara herself bought on Vladivostock hours ago. She wraps her big forepaws around the smaller gryphon, hodling him close, churring and mewling softly, slathering his face with long smooth strokes. Then she let him go, chuckling, padding back towards Bitsa.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Good luck Fire,</span>she says simply while placing herself back against Bitsa's sides.