Tamara purrs and smiles, ears perking back up when Arkain places her on his lap and tells her he's not mad at her. She presses her head a bit against his hand when he runs it along her muzzle, her whiskers twitching some. She listens very carefully as he talks to her about her instincts and how potentially dangerous her sharp fangs and claws are, and that the hippo could have been a real eprson she'd have teared apart while playing. She mewls and nods, looking at Arkain then at Charles.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I promise Daddy, Uncle Charles, I will be very careful with my claws and teeth, and never use it when I am in anger,</span>she replies, with a very serious tone.<br/><br/>She fully understand what Arkain means, the torn hippo being quite a clear example of the powerful threat her claws and fangs are for everything and everyone. Then she eeps some as she hears the lizard growl playfully, and squirms and squeals on his lap as he tickles her all over and nuzzle on her neck, being quite the ticklish little tigress.