Tamara licks her lips and smiles some when she sees the pair of antlers. She can smell the scents of the deers. Her whiskers twitches more, as she counts the scents she's getting: the strong scent of a male, the softer scent of a female, and the weaker scent of a fawn. A fawn. One of the rarest and best delicacies one can find around. Her muzzle waters at the thought of sinking her fangs into such tender meat.<br/><br/>She creeps slowly and very silently forward, following Bitsa, her flank pressed against his, ears flattening back against her skull to make her less easy to spot. She stops when Bitsa gestures her to, her eyes locked on the three deers, moving from one to another, and focusing more on the fawn. She doesn't even realizes that Bitsa hasn't spotted the fawn until it came into view.<br/><br/>The tigress is a bit surprised when she feels the big paw of her big friend press down behind her fore shoulders, but she complies, and crouches down as much as she can, pondering why he wants her to do so. She blinks when she feels his foreleg ease over her, remaining absolutely still, not wanting to scare the deers away. She smiles when she feels his body slowly moving over hers, managing not to let out even the slightest purr, despite the urge she felt.<br/><br/>A soft shivers runs up her spine, and her tailtip flicks some when she feels him straddle ehr in a provocative position, quite close to the mating position. She feels uneasy, not daring to move, but silently urging him to slip off of her as quick as possible. His mucky scent filling up the air while he straddles her in such a way doesn't helps her remain focused on their current task. She's relived when he slip off to the otehr side of her, and resumes creeping forward along him. But she doesn't presses her flank against his now.