Tamara would sleep quietly, snuggled against her mate, a soft smile on her lips as she dreamed. Her dreams where happy dreams, mostly of past joyous events with Sar, from the very recent hunt to the mating at the hotel on the mountains, and even their first encounter around the swimming pool.<br/><br/>She woke up hours later, as the sun was beginning to set down on the horizon. A chilly breeze had begun blowing gently across the savanna, hinting at a quite cold night, or, at least colder than the day. Tamara turned and gave Sar's muzzle some gentle licks until he awoke.<br/><br/>"Wake up, sleepyhead. The sun is setting, we should go back to the lair, it's warmer and more comfortable there. And we should also go dry ourselves."<br/><br/>Once Sar would be fully awoken, the slender female tigress would step out of the water, shake herself vigorously, sending droplets of water everywhere around, then she'd head back to their lair. She looked around, sniffing the air, surprised that the carcass had disappeared, but quickly understanding when she felt the smell of the employees of the preserve.<br/><br/>Then she padded into the lair, and stopped when she saw the note on their bed.<br/><br/>"I wonder what it is," she said while reading it.