Her hiss dies on her throat as Anna scowls at her. Ears flattened against her skull, she gets up, one strap of her bra down her arm, revealing her small firm breast, the nipple erect and poking through the soft creamy white fur there. She stands tehre for a moment, listening to the deer, not knowing what to do, completely lost because her body wants something her brain knows she can't have anymore. She mews some, her eyes looking at Sar, then Anna, then back at Sar and so on, until Arkain and Sar's mother comes.<br/><br/>Tamara blushes so hotly when she sees her Dad than one might think she got her face painted with red paint. She stands there, looking down, more ill-at-ease than she never was on her short life. Her arousal is obvious, her scent gives it away, her breast and nipple gives it away, the moist spot on her panty give it away, she can't do anything to hide her state and she knows it. She so wishes Arkain and the Tigress would never have saw them. She shivers some when the Tigress yells at her son, but doesn't moves. She seems quite paralyzed by the whole situation. She doesn't know what to do, so she does nothing as she don't want to worsen the whole thing.