The tiger wasn't at all displeased with this turn of events, indeed her almost lustful clinging to his swelling throat is quite a bit more then he'd even hoped for when it comes to attention directed at his neck and belly when there's a good meal on the way in. As she wraps her arms and legs around his neck and starts to rub through his thick fur and strong muscles at the deer underneath it all slipping deeper with every tug of his paws and contraction of his throat. The tiger's size though and the relative size of the meal would make it rather different from her own experiences in swallowing large prey, quite simply while such a large lump of meat traveling down her own throat would stretch it and strain it to it's limit, the tiger's form seemed quite comefortable slipping the deer away inside, the thick fur of the tiger not thinning out in any considerable fashion. The deer, despite his girth, would feel comparatively small and insignifigant compared to the tiger as his shoulders were worked into Bitsa's throat making the bulge she's hugged around swell further with the additional meat as the tiger glutted himself. Purrring deeply at the meal slipping down inside him and the wonderful attentions of the tigress he'd take things nice and slowly enjoying every sultry gulp of the deer slipping it inch, by inch deeper into his stripey form.