12/16/2024, 1:08 AM
Nonchalant in the way he addresses her, lazy and languid as he rolls around, shrugging his shoulders and imparting some information that she does find interesting.
Only one other tiger in the area. Good.
That leaves only the lesser beings.
But he also gives her something else- no home.
The woman hums softly, contemplative. "Are you alone, boy?" The tigress asks, allowing herself to sit, settling in for a conversation, deciding against simply mauling the poor, sleepy creature for now, her tail wrapping politely around her large paws as she considers the sandy-hued feline.
His fur is thinner than hers, lacking the thick collar and tufts that sit on the backs of her feet, no doubt a cousin from warmer climates than her- healthy, he does not look thin with hunger and Myrilla has to assume he can feed himself or is being fed by someone else. She cocks her head. His eyes are piercing, a pale lime-ish green that contrasts so prettily with the sandy-whites of his furs.
She'd take them if he were lesser.
"And of this other tiger, a relative? Friend?" Someone she should worry about should she decide she wants to keep him?