Dietre stared, eyes slightly widened, at the big cat. He remained frozen as it turned its head to see who had disturbed it, too stunned to feel any real fear. Its attention didn't seem to stay on him for very long, the boy watched the way it eyed the crowd, sniffing the air. It didn't look as though it wanted to kill him.
He was knocked out of his daze by the arrival of the tiger's handlers. It was rather unwise of them to yell at Dietre without thinking first. They wanted him to get away from the animal. Well, the only way to do that was to let go of the chain, and Dietre, being so very obedient, did so immediately. The chain dropping seemed like a signal for a race, spectators who had gathered suddenly turned tail and ran in horror. With no one holding the leash...the beast was free, loose to go and do whatever it wanted. At least, until it was caught again.
A voice spoke in his head, and again Dietre was surprised into inaction. There was just a bit too much beginning to go on at once for his sleep deprived brain to get a grasp on it. He looked around in confusion, spying a woman approaching with a benevolent smile. Was it her voice that had spoken? His gaze moved to the now defensively snarling tiger, then to the angry and frightened handlers, and back to the dark haired woman.
"..You should get away, like the others. It is dangerous here.." His voice was soft, and not at all commanding. He wouldn't stop her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't warn her.