Tamara murrs back, licking Sar's muzzle gently, her own muzzle is covered in fresh blood, and the scent is overpowering, making her feel so powerful, so alive, more than anytime before in her life.<br/><br/>"That was so amazing, the feelings, the chase, the blood..." she can't find the right words to express what she felt, and she just nuzzles and licks at her mate's face.<br/><br/>Then she nods and she watches him pick up the dead impala by it's scruff. She tries to get a hold of it too, but it proves a little bit too impractical, so she let Sra carry their catch to their den by himself. She pads at his sides, purring continuously, smiling to her ears in happiness and joy, while they make their way back to the den.<br/><br/>When they reaches their den, Tamara is seemingly bouncing around Sar happily, almost like a kitten getting it's first bit of meat. She wastes no time in getting to the impala, lapping at the blood that still drips some from the crushed throat, and then she wonders where to start during a moment.<br/><br/>Remembering something she saw on a show about wild animals, she goes for the rear of the impala, and bites on the softer lowerbelly of the herbivore, going right through the tender skin and flesh of the impala's netherlips. It takes some biting and chewing, but she finally manages to rip out a bit of skin, and to open it's belly, though the hole she made is still small. She looks up at Sar and mewls, inviting him to join her instead of just watching her.