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The pretty female gave him her name, a name as pretty as herself, Silverback, and Kishan nodded. While he was nodding, he noticed Silverback nodding, but slowly sliding off of the stone table and towards him in the beautiful, catlike way he had seen the tigresses do while walking to a male. Then she stepped forwards, and Kishan stiffened some, but realized she had no intention of hurting him. He relaxed as she walked in circles around him. He noticed that she her beautiful eyes on his scar, and wanted to explain. But, suddenly, he felt that he wouldn't have to. He smiled at her and wagged his tail a little.