The tiger's stomach would make every sort of gloop and slosh imaginable as it worked it's way digesting through flesh and bone through the deer. His hear could also be heard, keeping time with it's slow and steady thumping and the gentle bellowing of the tiger's great lungs making her rise and fall on Bitsa's chest. As she continues to rub away at his lush neckfur and cling around his gurgling gut the tiger would smirk at her before leaning his muzzle towards her and lapping gently, affectionatly on her cheek before leaning himself back down and just enjoying the attention, purrring deeply beneath her as he lay sprawled out.