She quickly stops trying to creep away when she understands Bitsa is not going to let her go away from him. The deep growling, and the sight of his claws plunging into the ground on either side of her makes Tamara shivers some. She does suddenly fully realizes how vulnerable she is against him. His bigger body covers her up like some avian sitting on an egg: from all part, and close and strong enough to prevent it to move. She's at his mercy, and, if she does something wrong, she might find herself in big trouble. A brief image flashes on her mind, showing herself struggling into the stomach of Bitsa.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I thanked you, if you remember,</span>she replies with a much calmer tone.<span style="font-style: italic">And I even proposed to share it, but you offered the fawn to me, to take it whole and alive because it was <span style="text-decoration: underline">'a most wonderous feeling'</span>.</span><br/><br/>She merfs as he tugs on her collar, the ring attached to it shifting and shining briefly as it catches one of the few rays of the barely rising sun.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- It's a collar, what do you think it is?</span>she replies, in a slightly insulting way, kinda mocking him for asking such a dumb question.