Lilandra greedily devours what was left of the weretiger, a smug look on her face as she slurps down the last of it, the only proof it had ever been id the bloodstains down her front and on the snow where it had fallen. She grabs a hunk of clean snow and washes herself off as best she could, before giving her bulging belly a smug pat and skittering back to Grai, flopping down on the snow next to him and grinning, "Muuuuch better. It'd probably be even better if it was still squirming, but a minor gripe." She grins and huccups, rubbing her belly.