The tiger allowed a soft growl, mildly irritated by the woman's gaze, but stopped the moment she turned her back. It was then that Dove caught up, slowing to a stop as Valdis turned and made her way back outside.

Silently, she watched the shorter woman disappear, her expression level and her eyes sharp. After a moment or two, once she was sure the hellhound was gone, she reached out to run her hand over the tiger's head and rumple his scruff.

"Good boy."