With the elk spotted through the brush the tiger would move forward some more, a slow creeping as he worked towards the very edge of the available cover, the tiger soon crouching down low in preparation for launching himself at his quarry. There were three of them, two adults, one male and one female, and one sub-adult, likely male, neither of them seemed to be aware of the tons of tiger surrounding them and encroaching upon them, until the tiger leaped. With a silent breath Bitsa launched himself from cover, leaping over some of the brush that had hid him moments before and into the open before them paws finding the ground and digging at it hard to propel him further along, the elk barely having the time to turn and face the bounding beast before a powerful swipe of the tiger's paw slammed into the side of the elk's head, pushing antlers aside as the tiger followed him down to the ground, mouth gaping before it's neck and the soft squish and creak of the tiger's jaws working around it's neck and plunging his viciously long fangs into the soft flesh.