“Zeta not want to …” Zeta began to speak, only to be cut off by a harsh growl from Stealth.
“You have to, Zeta. It’s the only way we’re going to get Chel back.” Stealth snarled. The fur along her back and shoulders rose at the very thought of Zeta not pulling his weight in this. She wouldn’t hold back and she was going to let any dice that even thought about it know it, with teeth and claws if necessary.
The only exception to that rule was Serenity. There was no challenge in intimidating her and Stealth was aware that she would likely be on the receiving end of a swipe from Sirius.
“Zeta not like.” Zeta sighed. He knew he wouldn’t have any choice in the matter, but voicing his displeasure was enough.
“Me either. It’s not right.” Swiftpaw spoke up from his protected position next to Sirius.
