Ranger flicked his tail in a beckon to her, nodded to the queen and her kits who were watching from a distance, and leaped up into the tree again, pausing and turning to look down at her questioningly.
[That was my last post relevant to you]
At long last, the tom disappeared into a hollow high, high up in the trunk of the tree. He sat there, in the middle of it, waiting for Sita to appear, tail curled neatly around his paws.

