The tiger would be a bit surprised at Fire's reaction, while he understood the will to live and fight against that which might end you, from Fire, one who'd so often willingly committed himself to the tiger's belly, it was bit odd. Regardless the tiger continued to do his work and manipulate Fire as he pleased, keeping his spirit close at hand. To Fire the grasp touching him would feel more like walls closing in from all directions, infinitely hard and smooth, not the sort of thing that's easy to vent one's frustrations upon. The tiger would keep him there for a time waiting for that rage to cool itself some before he spoke.<br/><br/>"Fire, focus, you'll have a body again soon enough if you pay attention, now think, gryphon, but smaller, about the size of a squirrle."