*The tiger chuckles a little as John scoots forward, and at the risk of being too cliche`, Attio yawns widely, stretching out his arms again while he lets his mouth stretch.  His rather sharp teeth seem to glisten a bit as he lulls out his tongue, whiskers twitching.  Though at the same time, his arm slowly reaches around the wolf's shoulder, and he tries to pull John closer, almost onto the tiger it seems.*