There was a purpose to all this, the shifting of their positions would bring Bitsa to the side of the fawn and the female deer, closely standing together and Tamara to that of the male, their roles clearly assigned in this. While it seemed that the tiger was taking the easier task his true intention was for something a bit more... ambitious, he hoped to take the two of them down while Tamara did away with the male.<br/><br/>It was a good thing that she'd distanced herself now, as the additional space would prove useful when they launched which was the only remaining step as the big tiger's creeping came to a slow halt, his ears, eyes and the whole of his very being focused on that point ahead of him. The tiger's tail would swish a few more times before coming to rest behind him his body slowly stilling, the calm before the storm only upset by the gentle breaths of the tiger steaming the air before his muzzle and settling into the cool of the snow.<br/><br/>The tiger's last breath would be a sharp inhelation, filling his barrel chest with the crisp air, the final ingredient nessesary to set of the explosion of events that would finish the deer.