Tar

“When you come to greet her, Tar quickly gets up, shuffling her paws on the ground to hide something she drew with her claw.“ You warily observe her during the rest of the week. It seems she notices your watchful gaze as she approaches you and asks about your behaviour, which you reluctantly explain. She seems surprised by your observation and compliments you before shyly telling you what she was hiding. Apparently she had noted a paused migrating group of zebra. You had caught her figuring out where they were likely to move, when, and how best to organize an attack. You are surprised by her gift, as she called it, but no less grateful. You gruffly thank her and stiffly nuzzle her neck, she seems to be buzzing with pride and happiness by the end. The rare show of affection from you creates a rumble within the den as others surround and question Tar about what she did to gain such a positive interaction. Mean while, you ignore all the fuss and go to your section of the den to consider Tar’s purposed attack method.