She grins, and waves Bitsa to join here, straddling a struggling and kicking otter. The tigress growls some then knocks the otter out cold. Then she get up, shakes herself, sending droplets of water flying around, her fur fluffing up a bit as she does so. She pouts a bit when she realizes it, but she thinks she'll have time to groom herself later. She grabs the otter, transporting the unconscious creature on her shoulder, padding towards Bitsa on the snow, smiling happily, her tail flicking about.