Bitsa just holds the deer there for a moment, his throat slowly tightening more and more as he holds back the urge to swallow for a few moments and then, finnally the strong muscles ripple and squeeze the last of the deer slipping through the tiger's lips as the lump in his throat is forced down. The body of the deer moves under the fur in one slow smooth movement sliding down towards the tiger's gut where more and more of his form is curled up inside the tiger's stomach making it swell out. The tiger's purrrs only continue as she rubs up and down through his thick, fluffy neckfur, the tiger stretching it out as he swallows. Then after a few more moments the deer settles, curled up in the tiger's gut as one big lump of food awaiting the tiger's digestion, which has already begun the gurgling and churning felt more then heard inside Bitsa, the body of the deer being reduced to nothing underneath all that fur. Now done the tiger's muzzle tilts up to look at Tamara, smiling broadly as she enjoys being pressed against the swallowed form of the deer inside him, his paws continuing their work.