She smiles and purrs softly as she feels the big paw rub and knead her swollen belly, her tail flicking slowly. The nuzzling of her neck and back elicts a soft mewl of pleasure, and she nuzzles into the thick fur of his neck, letting out some soft and cute kitty sounds.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I did find people to call family and friends here. I was fortunate enough to eventually be able to settle down. I have a den now, a mate, several orphans younglings I adopted and call my cubs, and friends close enough of me to be considered as my sisters and brothers.</span><br/><br/>A soft loving smile comes to her lips as she mentions this, memories briefly flashing on her mind, the encounters, sometimes violent, the tender moments shared together, the fun, the crowd that fills up her roomy den sometimes, the support they gave her when she needed it the most, and a thousands of others thing she remembers.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I know naught of the habits of tigers. Of anthro-tigers. And I doubt you know much more than me on this. But, if I am happy the way I live, should I really try to know what would be their habits? And try to behave like they do, at the risk of loosing everything I have?</span>she asks him, a hint of distress and doubt on her voice.<br/><br/>This is a question she asked herself countless times, and never told anyone about. But, maybe, Bitsa, being quite wise, could help her. He's also a tiger, and, despite their previous little argument, the close snuggling seems to indicate that, somehow, he cares for her. And she's confident he's not going to repeat this conversation to anyone.