The tigress grins and growls some, a low rumbles that echoes into her chest, a simple warning as to not interfere, or her demise would be much more painful than what Tamara had planned. She grabs one of the rodent's paw between her jaws, with enough pressure to make sure Monique can't pull it out, her fangs pricking it and drawing out some blood, but not strongly enough to actually do any permanent damages. That will come later.<br/><br/>She holds it for a moment, to make sure the rodent gets the idea, then she releases it and moves to her head, keeping a paw on Monique's belly to pin her down. Tamara begins to lick and laps at her face, a low growl still heardable, then she goes for her ears, chewing on them and biting off small chunks of flesh until tehre's nothing left than bleeding stumps. Which she licks lick she did before on her mounds. Then the tigress goes to rub her bloodied muzzle on her lips and nose, staining it red with Monique's own blood, watching her reaction with amusement, as people usually eitehr freaks out or get sick, sometimes to the point of throwing up.