You are grounded young man!

...and then hell really broke loose. Priscilla fell silent, her eyes widening as the cream and reddish man began snapping at not only her brother, but her mother. Priscilla’s fur fell flat then, her posture switching to a more submissive one. Why was he saying her mother should have been in that bad rank? No one should! She felt tears pricking her eyes, swallowing hard. “Vous vous trompez.” (You're wrong.) The girl was glad at first when this man yelled at her brother… but it was quickly replaced by uncertainty of him.

Then their uncle was yelling at that man… and her mother too. Priscilla shook her head. She didn’t want to listen to this. Didn’t like fighting… and felt like it was her fault. Her fault because she yelled at her brother… now everyone was angry. Priscilla let out a soft whimper, glancing up at her mother before running off. She wouldn’t enter their den, but she wasn’t going to be far from it.

--Exit Priscilla--