The tigress nods as Bitsa refuses, and she resumes eating the gryph, plucking off the featehr with ehr big maw, then biting off big chunkg of meat, and so on, until tehre's nothing left from the big gryphon than some bloodied snow and a nice pile of feathers. And a very happy and sated tigress. She gets up, licking her chops and lips, and comes to rub her flank against Bitsa's, purring softly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- He's right. And we do make quite a good time of hunters, right, my love?</span>she says while giving a few tender laps to the big tiger's muzzle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Plus, well, Fire, you have to take into account that neither Bitsa nor I are your averag wild tiger. Even though Bitsa has way more knowledge of the wild than I do. After all, this whole region is his home, since his birth. It's not my case.</span>