The gryphon watched in stillness from his spot there.  Keen falcon eyes picked out every detail, so when Tamara waved him to come closer, he was hesitant.  He saw everything well enough from this short distance away.  The way that Bitsa killed that prey swiftly then opened it up to get at the richer, more nutritious food inside.<br/>But when Fire felt a pang of hunger hit him, he 'fell' off the tree and swooped down to land right on the haunch of Tamara's kill.   Unlike the tigers, he did not go for any particular spot, but just dug his beak in and yanked up.   Strong neck and jaw muscles let him tear strips of meat from the ungulate's bones, jerking his head forward and gulping in a synchronous motion.  He did not need much, considering how small he was, but he could take enough to fill his crop and be sated for a couple days.<br/>Fire had no idea that Tamara did not hunt or kill like a normal, feral tiger though.   To him, this would be the norm, what he say here today.   Although it may not make much of a difference on the trek to come, one could never foresee what problems might arise.