Tinnok waited patiently for a few chimes as the cats got used to each other's scents. The witch wasn't precisely sure what she was hoping for. Mostly a miracle, but it seemed as if the tigress didn't mind the two cub's presence much, and though she seemed to blatantly ignore Eagle, didn't mind his either, as long as he didn't make any moves.
When Tinnok pressed the first images of cubs, striped and running around much as Jorka and Leaf were doing, she felt the tiger's mind flinch a bit at the weight of the images. Her return answer was a life of solitude, pushing other encroaching predators out of her lands, whether that be Myrian, cat, or canine. A life lived by being the biggest and strongest and fiercest in her section of jungle, and one uninterrupted by mewling of hungry cubs. Tinnok sat back, deciding to go for another tact.
This time she sent images of the two jaguar cubs being brought into the great city of bones, which the tiger had seen lit up in the night where her body moved so quietly so as not to be caught by the people on the walls. She growled at this sight, for it was very unwelcome in her world, and the two legged creatures like the male that were constantly coming out of it. Tinnok pressed passed this to the trading square, the pet stalls, where bears, monkeys, and rare cats were collared and caged, trained and sold to the highest buyer and raised as pets and companions...but were trapped in the walls.
The rumbling growl int he tiger's throat grew, a snarl escaping. Tinnok growled back, insisting to let her finish her story. She showed the jaguar mother dying, leaving out the part where it was her who had killed it, the dying mother, the lost cubs, trapped in cages, not the wilderness.
And then the tigress was done. Tinnok, in all her wisdom as a witch had forgotten something quite key in her understanding of jungle animals, in the way that they were not altruistic. These cubs, as the tiger's thoughts communicated through her mind, would pose a threat to her reign over her lands. They would not grow into large tigers, but smaller jaguars, and as both males, would test and try her for her space once they were full grown. She was not with cubs, and never would be, and this play date, while amusing, was boring her.
Eagle could see Wolf rub her face, two jaguar cubs looking up in curiosity as the tiger, shaking her loose rolls of fur, rose slowly and methodically off of the ground, glanced at both jaguar's once, and the witch and male in turn, before pacing slowly off back into the forest.
"I hate cats sometimes." Tinnok chuckled. She was upset, but she should have seen this coming, the odds were too stalked against them, and they were nearing Taloba by the bell. She grabbed Leaf under one arm, hefting him up in front of her face, then glanced at Eagle.
"I think...I think if we take them to the Tiger Yards they might be willing to train them, I know that there are few cubs, so perhaps they'd be willing to take them in. I will not sell Leaf tot he pet stalls, but since you came this far with me, you have your choice of what to do with Jorka." It was not ideal, not for the Witch, but it seemed only fair. Perhaps she should have left the cubs in their cave, to live or die by Caiyha's will, but she had seen them for a reason, perhaps the two jaguar cubs had a higher purpose in all of this, and Navre's hand was guiding her choices somehow. Except she had never seemed to have good relations with any of Navre's children, even now.
The Witch sighed, cradling Leaf upon his back and rubbing his tummy, getting a few claws sunk into her hand for the trouble. "Ach, you little petcher, watch it!"
