She grins back, nodding, understanding what he means, as she did enjoyed more than often the feeling of a struggling living prey descending down her stomach, and the wonderful feeling of the prey wriggling uselessely inside her belly. She comes closer to him, and watches as he engulfs the head of the male deer, her tail flicking a bit as she sees his neck stretches around it, while it begins to slides down his gullet.<br/><br/>Tamara suddenly sort of latches herself aorund his bulging throat, running her paws softly on it, feeling every curve of the deer through Bitsa's stretched neck skin. Although she did swallowed lots of preys much bigger than herself, and often ran her paws on her own stretched skin, feeling it sliding down to it's ultimate demise, she did never get an opportunity to do the same on someone else. She hopes Bitsa will not mind such bold move, but she couldn't let such an opportunity pass. A low churr vibrates her throat as she feels the powerful muscles working under her paws. She's very careful not to get in the way of the deer though.