Tamara nods and grabs the dead deer by his neck once again, dragging his carcass easily towards Bitsa and his preys, leaving a bloody trail on the fresh snow behind her. She stops a few steps away from the big tiger, letting the body of the deer on the snow, and mewls when she sees the head of the fanw disappear into his big muzzle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Hey, I wanna have a taste of the fawn too! Don't keep it all for yourself!</span>she says, pawing at the foreleg used to keep the poor thing still.