From 20 paces away from where the group stood, Tigris kept a watchful eye on the commotion that was going on, while the other eye was shut getting much needed rest. She then slowly rose from where she was lying and stretched her front legs out in front of her, digging her claws into the moist ground. Her claws struggled to catch hold of the damp earth, and she repeatedly attempted to grab hold of something solid in the ground to stretch the one last muscle that had not been stretched. She slowly trotted her way lifting her legs and head higher than usual as she walked to where the group stood, intent on listening to the Sprite for something of seemingly importance, and weaved across, through and between all of the legs that were there for her to rub on. Triggs legs would have been a challenge for Tigris to weave through, as nimble as she may be; it was not worth her trying, instead, she settled on rubbing on his belly with the back of her head shifting his balance, and almost knocking him to the ground.
Tigris stopped and sat in front of Philos, with her eyes gazed upon him almost as if expecting something all the while slowly licking her lips. Philos, as well as the rest of the group, were intent on looking and listening to the Sprite, paying no mind to her.
Her lips curled on one side, then her tongue stuck out of her now open mouth.
Hack hack cough Errahh!
A splurge of green matter covered with grass - in the shape of a rock - shot out of Tigris's mouth and lay on the ground in front of Philoss boots, which were already half sunken into the mud from the time he began waiting for an answer from the Sprite until now.
The small matter tore in half, and a cricket appeared wet, and disoriented. It jumped one direction, then another direction, and then finally jumped into the grass and onto a rock.
It turned around to face its enemy, and gave five rubs of its wings.
Tigris lay where she sat, with her head resting on her paws.