She humpfs, wrinkling her nose at the lick, pouting and turnign her back on him, stepping a bit away, wiping off the drool from her fur. Tamara sighs, thinking that, of course, such a beast like Bitsa couldn't not try to eat her, especially given she was on his maw, despite the fatc she did feed him an otter and a deer a while sooner. She shakes her head a bit, and goes to sit on the shore, legs bent and placing her knees under her chin.