She doesn't chill, her fur keeping her warm enough, despite being shorter than Bitsa's. But she does let out a very low sad mewl, almost absentmidendly, when Bitsa uncurls from around her. The feeling of being snuggled up against him was very good, and she already msises this warm and friendly feeling. She smiles as she sees him rolling halfway onto his belly, and as she hears his words. The invitation is very tempting, but she proposed to go hunting with him, as a partner, not as a passenger.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I think I'll do well on my own paws...</span>she replies, giggling and winking at him.<br/><br/>Then she get up, and goes a few steps away. When she does so, Bitsa should be able to see that she's not entirely naked. She's wearing some sort of a thin black leather collar with a ring on it, and a ruby wolf's head tag on her left ear. When she's three or four steps away from the tiger, she turns to look at him, smiles softly, and, in the blink of an eye, it isn't an anthro-tigress that Bitsa has in front of him, but a feral tigress. Tamara's feral form is around 5 feet in shoulder lenght, 14 feet in lenght and approximately 1500 pounds. She looks at Bitsa and smiles, watching his reaction.