Her little jaw literally drops when she sees what Arkain calls her room. She jumps off his arms, landing on a plush and tumbling over it, rolling on herself. It seems she doesn't have yet acquired the usual grace of her feline kind. But she doesn't seems harmed or anything, and runs towards a pile of stuffed animals, disappearing inside it. The pile begins the trembles on itself, as Tam moves inside and plays with the toys, emerging a minute later on top of it, looking more than happy, ears perked up, a wide grin on her face, her little tail wagging at light speed, the tail of a plush, probably a lion, hanging limply from her muzzle.<br/><br/>The stripey cub let go tof the plush tail, and pads to Charles, getting on ehr hindlegs and placing her forepaws on his leg, looking up at him and mewing, obviously asking him to take her on his arms. He complies, smiling, and she gives him a few happy licks on his face, as if thanking him for filling up the room with so much soft things that she likes a lot.<br/><br/>Then she looks at Arkain and wriggles some. Charles gives her to Arkain, smiling, some of his facefur soaked with her saliva, where she licked him.