Tigra gave her hand to Sho, allowing him to feel her soft pelt, unlike fur, she didn't shed or suffer from the roughness that fur was prone to developing over time. With a nod, she brought Mahina to her side, wanting Sho to have a closer look at her, since he seemed to like her.<br/><br/>Mahina stepped forward at Tigra's silent command and smiled at Sho. He was handsome and so young, easily the youngest man she had ever been brought to be with. She nearly spoke to say hello, but held her tongue, waiting for Tigra to speak first.<br/><br/>"Young Master, you have grown to be a fine and handsome man," Tigra purred as she took her hand away from him, letting the back of it graze Mahina's side, a signal that she should copy the gesture.<br/><br/>Mahina lifted her hand as Tigra had done and let Sho kiss the back of it. His hands were soft, not rough like the men who worked with their hands to earn their living and his lips were even softer, not harsh from the sun or wind. In his uniform, he seemed almost like a living, breathing doll to her. "It is an honor to meet you." She said with her eyes down, not daring to gaze into his. It wouldn't be proper.