She nods slowly, and follows the big tiger, padding into the snow as silently and sthealthily than she can. Her ears perks up when she picks up the faint gurgling sound of the mostly frozen creek. She crouches down when he does so, her emerald eyes meeting his, nodding as she does understand the need for silence. Even though the park has softened her somewhat, her skills and instincts as a huntress are not forgotten, and comes back quickly as she watches Bitsa.<br/><br/>She creeps forward until she's crouching right next to him, her flank against his, her tail laying still, ears perked up, whiskers twitching as she sniffs the air and looks towards the creek, trying to spot what Bitsa saw, which is about to become their breakfast. Her body attitude, and the slight tension of her muscles shows that she's ready for the swift and deadly action. She'll be off running after whatever animal is on the creek the second Bitsa moves or tell her to go. She wants to show him that he's wrong in assuming she's been somehow tamed by her life on the park, that she's still a very skilled and deadly tigress.