thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening

The moment he heard frantic rustling Jupiter stepped back and sat down. He didn’t want to be in the direct line of fire when she came out expecting, well, fire. By the time Pestilence exploded out of the den he had kicked his back feet forward in a super comfortable manspread and was hard at work scratching an itchy armpit with one of his hind feet.

He froze when she started hissing at him, his foot stuck in his armpit. The sudden shove caused him to windmill his scratching foot to maintain his balance. With his tail stretched out beside his other leg there wasn’t much to keep him from toppling so it was a bit of a struggle to stay upright. “Language,” he gasped dramatically, “there’s a kid…ssssomewhere. I mean really, for shame, Pestilence. What kind of example are you trying to set?”