She holds him close too, paws and arms loosely wrapped around his massive frame, in fact around his massive gut. Her own stomach works efficiently on her meal, breaking the fawn's body down, at fist the skin, then dissolving the flesh, before finally attacking the bones, which usually takes slightly more time to be completely dissolved than the tender flesh. Even though her own meal was, comparatively, more filling than Bitsa's, she's done digetsing it in the same time than hi, her tummy back to it's usual proportions, quite flat, with the strong muscles showing some under the soft creamywhite fur.<br/><br/>The tigress dreams of hunt and preys, of her beloved dragon mate, and would every so often let out a low mewl, shifting slightly before settling back in the comfyness of the fur of the big tiger kinda cuddling her close.