Tamara smirks and smiles at Bits'a tail keeps colliding against her, giving it the occasionnal playful nip, when it comes close to her muzzle. She freezes as he does, ears flattening some as he whispers her to be quiet, smiling shyly. For a short moment, the tigress feels like a cub hunting for the first time with one of his parents. She feels a bit ashamed of ehrself for commiting such a mistake, but she has been hunting and living on and with humans and other anthroid creatures for so long, that she kinda forgot some of the reflexes of hunting wild animals in the wild.<br/><br/>She smiles a bit sheepishly as he draws his muzzle right to her, her whiskers twitching as they brushes against his, taking a deep breathe and filling her nostrils with his scent once again, her cheeks getting a slight pink hue.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Err...</span>she whispers back, obviously having lost her train of thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">It was nothing important. Let's proceed to that hunting spot of yours...</span>