She springs out of her hiding hole when she sees the impalas Sar is chasing run her way, and she watches him pin one down with much skill and strength. She runs full speed toward them, knowing that wounded animals, and more so when they are wild animals, can muster quite some strength to escape a predator, even after being pinned down.<br/><br/>Tamara reaches them, and wastes no time before closing her big jaws around the tender throat of the doomed herbivore. She holds it's head down with one paw, the other on it's shoulder, securing it against the ground. As she applies more and more pressure, she can feel the blood rushing through the thick arteries on it's throat, the labored breathing as fear settles in, combined with the pressure of the tigress jaws, which slowly crushes down it's windpipe.<br/><br/>The scent of fear emanating from the impala is overwhelming, and the useless squirms and struggles of the poor herbivore, combined with the feeling of holding it's life between her jaws makes her feel all powerful. This feels so right, so good. A tigress, a predator like her, as the right, the duty, to do it. The impalas and other such creatures are made to be devoured by more powerful creatures such as Sar and her.<br/><br/>She can feel some blood leak as her sharp fangs finally punctures the furry skin of their prey, and she emits a muffled growl of pleasure at the taste, increasing the pressure, shaking her head slightly to try and break the impala's neck, without much success as she doesn't put enough strength on her movements.<br/><br/>However, as the pressure grows, and her jaws gets slowly closer of each other, it constricts the windpipe and the arteries of the impalas, thus making it weaker and weaker. It doesn't takes long before the throat of the prey gives up, crushed under the powerful jaws of the tigress. She's surprised when it gives up, her fangs sinking way deeper into the tender flesh, a flow of blood erupting from the ruptured arteries, soaking her muzzlefur in crimson.<br/><br/>The impala kicks wildly as it feels it's neck being nearly torn open, but Tamara doesn't let go, and, very soon, the herbivore lays dead in the grip of both tigers.