She meeps, surprised, as she feels the big paw press on her back and forces her towards, then into, the big slimy gullet. She squirms and strugles some too, but quickly gives up as she does know she's no match. The tigress grins a bit as she presses against the otters back, and begins to lap and lick at said back, much to the dismay of the otetr who doesn't really udnerstand what is going on now, and freezes in fear when Tamara's fangs scratches at her skin, leaving slightly bloody marks on it. The tigress then watches as she feels Bitsa begins to work on the otter and take it inside, murring with much pelasure as she sees the strong muscles pulls the struggling otter inside his big throat, not really disturbed by such a sight, but rather enjoying it probably even more than if she'd be latched on his neck and feel the living prey item slips down.