Chel snapped her mouth shut, realizing what she was saying too late. Her anger diminished immediately, replaced by a cold creeping embarrassment that ran up her back. She gaped at the dice for a moment, unsure of how to explain away what she had said in the heat of the moment.
Stealth slowly stretched, twitching her tails with little hooks at the end in the fashion of an annoyed cat. Then she got up and slowly stalked toward Chel, curiously inquiring, “Who do we belong to, Chel?” The large cat didn’t look angry in the face, but her ears were back and tails still swishing in a way that made Chel uncomfortable.