Tirah's fear vanished instantly as she saw the lion kitten (cub?), an she gasped shortly. Her smile sprea ear to ear, and she would have pounced upon the opportunity to hugg the kitten for hefirst time, but she had seen a rathe frightened look about their posture. Instead, she cupped her right hand and delicately aproached the cub, presenting the back of her hand for them to sniff. She was no expert on animals, especially ones as beautifull as the small golden bundle of fur before her, but she heard somewhere, offering the back of a cupped hand was a less hostile gesture to animals.

Her left hand reached into the snack pocket of her belt, and pulled out a small, quarter inch large square flake of dehydrated fish, which she offered to the cub. This was it, this was her companion for life, and she wanted to e their best friend from the moment they met. She tried to observe it for signs of its gender, or a name tag, or any other specific identification features. She knew she didnt have long because class was about to start. She prayed the teacher would be understanding enough to let her hold the cub on her lap in class, or take them back to her dorm, which would lead her to be a few moments late.