Tamara looks up at Sar when he steps in front of her. He can feel her whole body trembling some as he holds her, as she listens to him. Then she looks at the St Bernard, and let out a deep sigh and nods, relaxing, retracting her claws, her ears flattening back against her skull. She kisses her mate back, purring softly, before they are separated. She was about to say something, to protest when the St Bernard says they'll have to be separated, but she keeps her muzzle shut, not wanting to make the matters any worst, as both her mate and the St Bernard told her.<br/><br/>She can't help but give the female Doberman a quite unfriendly look as she holds her strongly, perhaps a bit more than what would be requested, making sure she's kept far enough from Sar to make physical contact impossible before he's taken away. Then she leads the young tigress to another way, to a very similar place. Tamara tries not to look to intimidated, but she fails miserably.