Tamara smiles when she hears Monique, one of her ears twitching some, her tail flicking slowly. The rodent doesn't looks or sound scared, but that will come in time. She sees the rat snaps her head towards the sound, and grins. It's just the first step. When the tigress sees her sniffs the air, she moves slowly, making sure the wind blwos her scent in the direction fo her prey. Monique should be able to picks up Tam's scent in the air.<br/><br/>It is a a sweet scent. It smells like when the forest is in spring, just after the rain. But there's alos the hint of something more fierce on this scent, something more feral, more dangerous, an unseen danger lying under the sweetness.<br/><br/>She doesn't remains where she is for long tho, and moves off the wind a moment after she's sure Monique does picked up her scent. She mrowls, loud enough to allow the rat to hear it, but tries to keep it low enough so that it doesn't give out her location immediately. Whic isn't that much a problem given she's begun to circle around Monique, still on her feral form, and still moving from branch to branch, hidden in the foliage.