Tamara is off running less than a second after Bitsa. She hears the snow, and that's all she need as a signal. She runs more stealthily than him, her lither size allowing her to make less nosie, and make less snow fly around each time her big paws hits the frozen ground. Her emerald eyes are locked on her prey, her breathing barely heavier than when she's idly walking.<br/><br/>She grins as the male deer turns to look at Bitsa attacking his female and his fawn, maw opening, revealing her glistening fangs, her breathe not even fogging in front of her mussle because of her speed. She hears her friend crash on the ground, most probably pinning down both the female and the fawn, seconds before she reaches the male.<br/><br/>The male catches a movement on his flank, but it doesn't have the time to turn it's head before the tigress crashes on him. Her powerful jaws closes around his neck, her left paw hitting his head while the right hits the upper-torso, sharp 7 inches claws sinking deep into the tender flesh. Both beasts falls down, sending snow flying around them. The pressure of her jaws increases quickly, the male kicking and squirming uselessely, she has him secured and pinned down. She feels something snaps between her jaws, and the deer goes completely still, dead. She let go of the deer's neck and raises her head to look at Bitsa, a proud smile on her muzzle, licking her lips.