The tigress cub sleeps peacefully, barely shifting on her sleep, her ears or tailtip twitching from time to time, but nothing more. The cub dreams of plushies and Arkain, playing and fooling around, and alos of her friends from the pet shop, and she hopes they all found an owner as sweet and kind as the lizard who got her. She's probably going to sleep until Arkain himself wakes up.