The tigress quickly understand why he shifted their positions. She grins a bit, happy in a way that he gave her the male deer to deal with, knowing it will probably be a though chase and fight, even if she intent to make it quick. But male deers often proved to be quite combative, and even more when they are protecting a female and a fawn. She's also happy because that proves that Bitsa has enough confidence on her hunting skills to let her deal with this particular prey. She remembers the first times she hunted a male deer. Those antlers can be quite dangerous, she learnt this the hard way.<br/><br/>Tamara continues to creep a bit, still crouched down as much as possible, making little to no noise as she does so, only the soft noise of snow being crunched by her paws and body. She comes to a halt, eyes focused on her prey, which is quietly grazing a few strands of grass sticking through the thick layer of snow.<br/><br/>She feels Bitsa's last rbeathe, and does the same, ready to move the second he does. She'll be off to the male deer like a bullet out of a gun, hopefully surprising it. If she's lucky, she might even be able to sink her fangs on the deer's neck before he can react. But she doesn't count on it, deers are known to react fast, and run even faster.