Blending Blindly: Chapter 4Interview with a Tiger man4“Nathanial does not speak of me?” Both white eyebrows rising at my lack of recognition. “I am not titled as humans are, though I am a result of a human and other union. I am a stand in for my father. He can change to a more convincing human.” The muscles in his arms rippled as he drew a finger along one stripe. I remembered listening to the little speaker box on the exhibition perch say that a tiger’s skin is striped like its fur. His eyes locked on mine “Your eyes…” he trailed off. I blinked a few times, realizing that I forgot my colored contacts this morning.Turning to hide my face I said “I still do not know what to call you. Surely you don’t like being called Snow Frost.” With the loss of eye contact I could feel him shedding my empathic connection. He chuckled, a deep rattle of stone.“Ah, the name given to my father by a contest winner I believe.