The young tigress raises her head as she hears Anna's words, her ears perking up a bti as she listens to the more mature woman speaks to her like she's a real woman too. Tamara does not consider herself as a woman, not yet. She's a teenage girl, and she's having fun being one. She wipes her tears some on the tissue, listening with much attention to what the deer is explaining to her. She seems a bit stunned and also a bit disgusted when she hears Anna say she might bleed from her sex. The part about her being too young to raise a litter makes her nods a bit. She looks up into the deer's eyes, still mewing softly in some distress, though not crying anymore.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- How... how can you cope with this? With such a strong desire... such strong urges... I... *mews*... I had a hard time not pouncing on Sar and yiffing him in front of you and Dad when we were in the garden... Being so close to him, feeling his warmth, his delicious scent, and his paw on mine, on my body, it drove me...</span>she suddenly pauses tehre, blushing hotly, suddenly remembering that she is talking to Anna, someone she considers to be like a mother.