It was a tense moment in that split-second before the leap, the tensest of it all.  Fire had a hard time not clenching his own talons into Bitsa's flesh in nervous reaction.  This form of hunting had an extra air of suspense to it, all the sneaking and lurking and prowling.  But the cord of tension was snapped as the chase began with a great bound, ond with that bound the small gryphon was launched into the air.  It did not disturb him in the least, though, as Fire flapped and winged above the scene to watch the entire commotion with those two keen eyes.  With all the reactions and twitchy speed of a falcon, the gryph tilted and turned his head this way and that to keep track of everything going on as he made small circles.  Until it was all done, at least.<br/><br/>When each tiger had taken down the prey, Fire found a good perch a slight ways up a tree, and alighted on the branch.  The hunt was about over, but the purpose for the hunt now rose up as the next lesson.  How the tigers killed, and in what manner would they eat.   WOuld Tamara, being the female, defer to Bitsa?  Or the opposite, or neither?   Which parts of the food would the tiger's prefer and devour first?    But with the intelligence, and odd habits of both of the two felines, would this truly show a wild tiger's reactions?