Morphing has casually eradicated Alloran's historical scents that indicated where he'd been and who and what he'd touched or stood near, though the invisible trail of his passage to this point is still present. This tiger body is new-created. It has not marked, or eaten, or drank, or gone to any exertion; it has not swum, it has not touched trees or grass, it has not groomed, it has not metabolized, it has not lain on the ground. It smells like tiger, healthy and not particularly young, but it's also ahistorical, blank in a way no tiger is. Something with only a reasonably good sense of smell wouldn't be able to pick up on that.

<Very well.> He overrules the tiger's instincts with regards to big tooth thing and human-stinking enclosed space to pace onwards, getting acclimated to the way this body moves, the mild stiffness in one of the legs.

There's some kind of baby fight going on as two cherubs squabble clumsily, trying to wrestle with each other while also being too uncoordinated to be good at it. The other cherubs have Opinions about this.