"Whatever you say" Melody shrugged and looked around. Her pelt was bristling and she shifted her weight from paw to paw. She dared not think of what might go wrong if and when the raiders attack.
Richiet listened closely to the conservation. He edged closer to the front of his bush as carefully as he could. But not careful enough, he snapped a stick under a paw making Richiet hiss angrily at himself. He flattened himself closer to the ground and readied to spring, should anyone try to fight him.





