Bitsa's form would indeed be an impressive one, his lush soft fur banded with the bold stripes of his kind making him look more bulky then he was in truth the fur fluffed up around him. His ears would swivel this way and that, often showing her their fuzzy insides but occationally turning away to show her the eye-spots on their backs. As her gaze would wander down his form pulled towards the twitching length of his tail flicking this way and that, occationally lifting and swishing the entire length the motions pulling her eyes back towards the base of the tail where it wasn't moving. There of course she wouldn't have to look far to get a good look at his fuzzy sack and sheath. During all this the tiger would continue to work the deer down his throat his jaws cramming in the shoulders and chest of the deer as the bulge that makred her head slid deeper into the tight slimy confines of his throat, his neckfur swollen pleasently around the deer.