Tamara watches Sar, her ears perking, her tail flicking, slowly, almost as if she was waiting for something as she see him undergo his transformation. As she sees the predator get out of him. The young tigress starts panting some when she get a whiff of his scent, strong, powerrful, aroused,<span style="font-style: italic">predatory</span>... She blinks when he jumps on the table and crouches down on it, his claws digging on the table deeply. Tamara grins as she sees the bulge on his pants, then she nuzzles him back.<br/><br/>She licks him back, and she let out a cute gasp as Sar nip at her neck. The aggressive nuzzling, and the lustful words, the way he told her he wants her, makes her feel strange. A warm tingle spreads throughout her body, coming from her loins and brain. She looks up at him, and she sees not Sar, not her close friend, but a tiger, a male, a dominant. Her ears flattens slightly against ehr skull, ans she utters out a low mrowl, while ehr own scent thickens. It is fortunate they are in a private booth, with doors closed, everybody letting them enjoy their meals. The waiters won't probably come anytime soon, to let the two younglings enjoy their first live meals.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Take me...</span>she answers in a needful and submissive whisper.<br/><br/>Her eyes looks back into his, emerald into ocean blue, carrying all the feelings she has for him, the love, the lust, the tender ferocity of her feral ancestors, much like Sar's. It's not Sar and Tam who are about to mate here, but two wild feral tigers.