Tamara looks at Sar when he stops and sits on his haunches, looking dejected. She sits too and licks his cheeks tenderly.<br/><br/>"Hun, you alright?" she asks him, sounding quite concerned. "The path goes this way," she adds, motioning between two bushes with no really discernible differences.<br/><br/>She can feel the smell of the preys, now more than ever, and she does her bets to remain focused on the smells of the herd of herbivores not too far, while forgetting the rest of the sensations that assault her senses. It isn't easy though, but she is determined, and has a strong will.<br/><br/>"Come love," she adds after a brief moment, nosing his cheeks then getting back on all fours and slowly padding toward the direction she pointed a moment earlier.