She murrs and smiles, her tail flicking as she feels the fawn strong struggles inside her stomach, which has already started the digestion process, churning around it and releasing digestive acids. A soft rumbling can be felt by Bitsa when he comes nuzzling and rubbing her full belly, the lush creamy white fur soft and warm to his nose. Tamara smiles softly when she feels his muzzle go upwards, her ears flicking some as he nibbles on them. As he does so, Bitsa should see the thin black leather collar around her neck, partially hidden into her neckfur, and also the ruby wolf's head stuck on her left ear.<br/><br/>She mews when he speaks, not really understanding his words at first, but quickly catching up when he settles himself over her. A soft shiver runs up her spine as she feels his massive frame slowly descends upon hers, covering her nearly entirely. The tigress blushes and let out a very low growl, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable and ill-at-ease, and she creeps away fom under him, getting on all fours and padding away from him, tail tucked between her hindlegs.<br/><br/>That is, if he allows her to do so. Given the difference in size and strenght, Bitsa could easily overpower her and take her by force. He could also kill her, she couldn't do a thing about it. Or just keep her pinned down against the frozen ground. But he doesn't seems like the type of creature who would do that, or he could have already taken profit of this situation before, like when they snuggled when she was in anthro form.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- What do you think you are doing?! Who do you think I am?!</span>she hisses, obviously unhappy, turning to face Bitsa once she's a few steps away from him.<br/><br/>She looks at him, her emerald orbs showing some anger and also deception. She mews and growls softly, looking like she's thinking on something to add to what she aready said, but finding herself unable to find the proper words, so she just shut up and waits for your reaction.