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>"Very well."
>Nod. "I am not fully convinced of your insistence that she is my enemy, but it's better to err on the side of caution."
>The Tiger takes a step towards you, then pauses as you keep speaking. You believe he is puzzled. The word of a God is not enough to convince you of something?
>But that passes after a moment, and the Tiger approaches you again. Despite yourself, you find your breath quickening. This guy was big before He was this close, and even though you know He means you no harm, He's still a tiger, and still very, very big. Even with His assertion of Himself being a ghost, for lack of a better term, it's still a touch unsettling to not feel His breath upon you as He towers directly over you. To say nothing of the unsettling feeling of not quite coming halfway up the leg of the predatory cat in front of you.
>The Tiger's eyes glow a subtle shade of blue, a rather pretty color, actually. Almost like the sky on a clear day-
>You watch the pair little robins flit down from the trees and into the clearing before you. Looking for worms, or something, you suspect.
>It's a pretty enough clearing, dull yellow flowers, their petals closed, amidst a sea of short grass, brown in spots with the advancing autumn. But no sign of Lily here, either, nor the foxes you followed in here. You're beginning to wonder if chasing those canines in here was such a brilliant idea...