"I'll be right back!" Maenae hopped off the chair and darted out of the room without further explanation leaving the dice to themselves.
Dash pricked his ears up a moment, hearing Maenae running down the hall. He turned to look at Stealth. She appeared to be studying something on the ground with intense scrutiny. Hears ears were slightly back and her jaw set firmly.
"Don't forget, …" Dash purred and slid his muzzle down Stealth's neck and under the curve of her neck, butting her head upward slightly. "Tonight Damian said we're welcome to eat all we want and we get slabs of aged Naimor at the dinner."
Thick cuts of lightly seasoned raw meat danced briefly in Stealth's mind making her mouth water and stomach rumble slightly. It wasn't often that they got meat, but there were more serious issues about to occur.
"I have a lot on my mind, Dash." She rolled her eyes in a vain hope that he would get the hint to leave her alone.
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Raxondr
“Not tonight, Dash. I have a headache.”