Tamara doesn't even notices the whipping tail, not even when it brushes against her a few times, as she's so focused on the so delicious fear emanating from her scared prey. She holds Monique for a moment, thinking on what to do next, then let go of her neck slowly, smiling as she let the rodent's head lay on the ground. The big tigress shifts some, and uses her claws to tear away her pants. It looks like the predator doesn't like clothing, and she's going to have a naked kangaroo-rat for dinner. Tamara does the same with Monique's underwear, not caring if, while doing so, her sharp claws cuts the delicate skin of the rat, sometimes deep enough to draw out some blood.<br/><br/>Then she forces the poor scared rodent to turn and lay on her back. Tamara locks her emerald orbs straight on the rodent's eyes, who can see the feral hunger and the happyness on said emerald orbs. She makes sure her prey can't run away by placing one of her strong forepaws on Monique's belyl as soon as Monique is laying on her back, her charp claws unsheated and threatening to cut her belly open if she does one wrong move. The growl Tam adds proves, if that was still necessary, that she isn't joking.<br/><br/>Then the big cat lowers her head, and begins a thorough and very careful grooming of the rat's fur, soaking her wet with her saliva. Her raspy feline tongue going to every part of her frontside, from her bleeding ears to her toes and digits. She pays extra attention to Monique's sensitive areas, such as her breasts and slit, giving them long soft slurps, and even trying to slip her tongue gently between the rat's folds.