As they walk, and she moves in behind him and follows along in suit they wind through the woods threading between trees and brush as they slip almost soundlessly through the wintery landscape disturbing not a thing as they pass but where their paws left their mark in the snow. His tail now with all it's swishing and flicking about would incidentally brush Tamara's fore leg and with a twitching flick it seemed to gain something of a mind of it's own now, it's swaying constantly bringing it's fuzzy tip to brush against her form be it her fluffy chest or neck, or the occational flick around her muzzle the tail seemed to have in it's mind to collide with her as much as possible... right up until she speaks. At this point the tiger freezes every bit of himself, remaining absolutly still and silent, not even breathing for what seems a very long moment and then he looks back and whispers urgently.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Quiet</span>"<br/><br/>The tiger then turns himself about and draws himself muzzle to muzzle with the tigress their whiskers brushing each other on occation as he keeps himself close and says very quietly.<br/><br/>"We must keep talking aloud to a minimum, in whispers we should be fine though, what was it you wanted?"