Skæ watched with intensity, marking her every movement. She was a very unusually built cat and as he watched her movement he realized that she was not underfed but built to be that slim. How curious. The woman froze and then turned to look at him. Skælingr froze, his emerald eyes staring right into her sapphire ones. As he stared he he relaxed, his eye closing slowly and opening again in a lethargic blink.
She took several quick steps toward him as he sat up and spoke in an unusual tongue. His head tilted to the side. With no speech to go on he simply chuffed his greeting. Would the woman understand this tiger greeting? Moving his limbs evenly apart he stretched, first down and then up before he decided to try his words. "I apologize. I do not speak your tongue." He pawed at the snow, rolling it back and forth between his massive forepaws, his tail curling in and out as he unwittingly made a snow ball.
