What she'd see, and what the tiger already had seen was a pair of antlers sticking up over the rise of the hill before it dropped away towards the creek itself. As she drew forward and they came into view she might feel Bitsa tensing up beside her,not quite sure if she would restrain herself from some action that might expose them and spoil the hunt. Slowly claming himself as he sees her carry herself with the power and poise befitting her status as a big cat, and not only that a<span style="font-style: italic">tiger</span>, who's feats of hunting out-did all others in the cat kingdom. Despite her foibles she seemed to be settling down and living up to her stripes, and that really was saying something.<br/><br/>For Bitsa's part he'd smile gently as she drew along side him, their fur brushing gently as  they crept forward, Bitsa leading by a small margin before stopping suddenly. He'd always known there was a second deer present, but it was the third that caught him short, a younger deer, a fawn as it were and this complicated the situation a bit, looking back to Tamara and gesturing for her to stop the tiger thought a bit on how to procceed. Then he'd gently slide a paw up onto her back pressing down just behind her fore shoulders urging her down to the ground as much as possible. Once crouched down as far as she could Bitsa would gently ease his fore leg over her drawing his chest up onto her body, pressing warmly down onto her, his neck and chin pressing down along the top of her neck and head. Slowly he'd draw up his hind quarters as well straddling her in a rather... provocative position, his underbelly fur pressed against the length of her back before he slips off to the other side. The rearranging of their positions would have some effect on the big tiger, his musky scent flaring someone in the crisp cold air as his loins were stirred and his tail swishing smoothly behind him in a rather pleased manner. After a moment though he recollected his thoughts and started to creep forward once more.