"The word 'love' belongs in no relationship where one is owned I've seen what humans call 'love' for their pets who wear similar things. They live and die for the purposes of their master, they never truely live, making their own choices for their own reasons. If you have decided that you love the one that has collared you so be it, you won't be the first I suppose but you are no more a tiger then a dog is a wolf, you may have the shape and size but clearly whatever fire might have existed in your heart has gone out long ago... you've been from the forests of the night too long Tamara, and you seem to have given up your birthright in doing so."<br/><br/>The tiger's disgust fades after the first few words, he no longer seems to be nearly as upset as before, merely dissapointed, sad that Tamara had decided that her life was worth not living, which is how he saw it. The tiger looks down in the snow, bowing his head a bit as he shakes it, clearly resigned to the fact that Tamara was not what he hoped of her.