Tamara listened to Bitsa's words, shaking her head slowly, her body language telling obviously that she disagrees with his point of view on this. Which shouldn't surprise him given she does actually wear a collar and a tag on her ear. She speaks with a soft calm voice, trying to explain him where he is wrong in her opinion.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- What you have seen has nothing in common with the bound between my master/lover and I. I take it most of the pets you saw are animals not much more intelligents than thoses deers. I am not just an animal. I wasn't forced to be collared like an animal. I choose it, I made my own choice for my own reason on this matter,</span>she says, while getting on all fours and padding quietly towards the bigger tiger.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">-  My mate and I have been together for long now. We do love each other, more than words can express. Probably the same magnitude of feeling than you with your tigresses back in Siberia. Maybe more, who knows?</span>she says, smiling softly, now fairly close from Bitsa.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I thought on this for long, and I agreed because I knew it would made him happy, and that is something that makes me happy in return. But we've been together before I became his pet, and that hardly changed anything. I'm not less free to do as I please than I was before,</span>she says, trying to rub her cheek against his.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- It is mainly a game we play from time to time, when it fancies our mind. I have decided that the one I love could also be the one to collar me, for I have already given my heart and soul to him. It is just a way to officialize this particular bond between him and me,</span>she continues, witha  soft mewling, looking at him, hoping he does understand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I am still a tigress, deep inside, and that will never change. Because I wouldn't be me anymore if it would change. That feral fire that burns inside all tigers is still burning inside me. I think my behaving during our little hunt does proves it, dosn't it? It's just not as strong as yours, I guess, for I am not a true children of the forest like you.</span><br/><br/>She pauses, nuzzling you softly, looking up at you, tailtip flicking some, letting out some soft kitty sounds.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- But I do like you, and I do want you as a friend. We're different, but not that much, and I hope you're ready to accept my differences, as much as I'm ready to accept yours.</span><br/><br/>She sits bakc on her haunches, her look carrying her hopes that he can understand her, even if partially, and will agree on being friend with her. She would truly hate if he would leave her just because of the collar around her neck, and the tag on her left ear, which are not the most important things about her in her opinion.