The tiger would ease himself forward slowly, silently, only the most gentle creaking of snow being heard, and even that was enough to make the tiger freeze before more gently applying his weight through his paw as he works himself closer to the sound not yet sure what he was hunting but the noises heard from bushes and branches suggested some sort of ungulate, looking for whatever fare was left at the trailing end of winter. The tiger would seem as if he knew exactly where the creature was and could see itself, slinking through the brush and keeping to shadow to keep himself out of sight.