Bitsa listens to her story this time sitting down onto his own haunches as she speaks his tail flicking idly behind him accompanied by the occational flick of the tiger's ear. Bitsa shakes his head a bit as she starts, some mis-interpretation in that needing to be cleared up.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, I didn't mean to imply that you were trying to mislead me, just that it's best to assume the form that once feels most comfortable in, it often allows people to express themselves better and act more themselves."<br/><br/>The tiger would pause then and the let out a bit of a sigh before getting up onto all fours and taking a step towards her.<br/><br/>"As to your collar, while you may have the intent that it means something of love that isn't what it means to the rest of the world, I suppose for the time being though I'll take your word that you are truely as free as you think yourself to be. As to your bond.... your completing each other, this seems to me, more then anything, a hobbling of the individual, for the sake of the union, I understand that you disagree, but that sacrafice of self is something I abhor, but perhaps it's time I tested my reasons for that."<br/><br/>The tiger offers an olive branch of sorts full of thorns and pricks but the intention is true enough.<br/><br/>"For me and mine at least, we live in a state of being both fiercly independant and caring for one and other. I would never presume to tell them what to do or how they ought to think, I would share my experience, but they are their own beings and however close we may be, that's something sacred to me, I wouldn't -want- to change them into something they'd rather not be."<br/><br/>Bitsa explains, a bit akwardly.