Bass dipped his head at the cat, pleased that his notion had been accepted by her. He wished that he could offer more to the tiger, but he could not offer her as much as he had hoped. If only she had been a canine, then she would be welcomed into their ranks. He watched that long tail of hers flick to and fro, amused by its movement. His own, bushy tail would do the same thing, mimicking the cat. He chuckled, drawing his attention to her when she spoke once more. Help? There wasn't too many things to do. "Maybe you can help me mark the borders? I am sure that the scent of a tiger will draw back some wolves from attacking." He teased, turning around and leading the way. He would show her around, all the places that Abaven laid claim to.
