The tigress wraps both her arms and legs around Bitsa's throat, murring deeply as can feel the upperbody of the otter slides down, bulging the soft fur some, while she watches the body slides down the big rippling gullet. It is truly a sight she would never have dreamt of seeing, and she's quite thankful for Bitsa to have allowed her to watch it. Her paws and hindpaws gently rubs at his neck, while she gives a few laps and nibbles at the otter's back and rump, when it comes in range of her maw, not biting this time thus not bringing more blood out of the poor helpless and struggling creature.