Zeta jumped forward, swinging his tail back and forth eagerly as soon as there was room to get to the door. “Zeta go out and see!” He bobbed his head in an almost comical fashion.
Dash let go of Chel’s shirt and leapt after Zeta, snarling. “Now, you will not, Zeta!” He swung out with his left forepaw, just close enough that the claws raked over Zeta’s shoulder in warning without scratching him.
“Dash not tell Zeta what to do!” The sallomandyr swung around, not appreciating the tiger’s effort to intimidate him. He was bigger than Dash and was suddenly extremely offended by the act. Zeta lowered his head and snapped at Dash, who lowered his head. The tiger snarled louder, baring his fangs in warning. He wasn’t about to give up his ground.
