There.<br/><br/>Just twenty feet away from her, about level, concealed amongst similar-colored rocks, she notices the small, subtle movements, of a whitish-gray, striped tiger, blending in almost perfectly with the terrain around it, keeping an eye on Chess, with an eye that looks like nothing more than a pebble, adjusting very slowly, in her direction, clearly not realizing its been spotted, yet. A magnificent creature, to say the last, with a fine, white pelt that any hunter would be proud to claim.