Tamara smiles softly and let him take her scent, doing the same, her muzzle inches from his. Her scent is a sweet flowery scent, much like the forest in spring, just after rain. Her emerald eyes rolls over his powerful body. Everything on Bitsa indicates a beast suited for the Wild, for the hunt, for survival without much difficulties even on such places. Tam thinks briefly than, for some tribes she met in the past, he'd probably be considered as an avatar of a tiger-god, given his size and his look.<br/><br/>She let the big feral tiger take his time to take her scent, still unsure about what she met exactly though: a fellow tigerkin no doubt, but is it a wild one or a sapient one? Her ears perks up some when she hears him speak.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Nice to meet you, Bitsa. I'm Tamara,</span>she replies, smiling, as she got her answer.<br/><br/>She ponders for a brief moment if she should shifts into her feral form or not, and decided to remain in anthro for now. She doesn't know if the tiger is used to such magical demonstrations, and she'd rather not scare him if he is not. She wouldn't stand long again him, if eh'd fight her because he'd consider her as a threat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Hope I did not... err... disturbed you while I was fooling around...</span>she asks, a bit sheepishly.