She watches, indeed impressed by the long claws, like she was when he was straddling her. She licks her lips as she sees the blood welling up around the big fangs. Blood has always been something she loved. The reason for this love for blood is unclear, but she has sometimes bitten off a bit of a prey, often hitting a major artery, only to lap at the blood flowing from the fresh wound. Sometimes up to the point the prey dies of bloodloss. Her stomach's acids works on the fawn meanwhile, breaking his body down slowly, the useful nutrients to be used to keep the tigress running.