Tamara crouched down next to Sar, her flank pressed against his, while they observed the pond. She looked at the impalas when he pointed to them, and nodded, licking her lips and chops, already salivating at the thought of sinking her fangs into what would probably be a delicious and warm juicy meat. She nuzzles him back and prrs very low, smiling.<br/><br/>The thought of sinking her fangs into meat remind her of an incident Arkain told her about, when she was very little. He just adopted her, and he organized a big dinner to introduce her to some big names of his company, and she tried to rob some meat from his plate during the dinner.<br/><br/>"Sounds like a good plan love," she replied. "Well, the throat is the easiest way to turn it into our meal. It's the way of nature it seems," she adds with a fond smile to her lover. "And I am famished too..."<br/><br/>She gives him a last lick on his lips, then she watches Sar move away, and go take position on the side of the herd of impalas. Tamara has a smile on her muzzle, watching him move effortlessly, stealthily, unnoticed, on all fours. He looks like a real tiger, a real predator. She readies herself, preparing to run and pounce on an impala as soon as Sar starts his attack on them and drive them toward her position.