Morsel whipped her head back at the small commotion, her ears flat against her head. Her eyes narrowed on the bony little creature and the carrot clinging to it. Morsel had seen it skittering about, but assumed she was returning to her master. She would have to take care such an ambush never befell her own master. He might not take such things seriously, but that’s because seriousness was her job. Her ears twitched while pressed down for a moment before raising to their normal alertness.<br/>Her gaze fell on the unfamiliar Matsuba and the three-legged crow, then to their master, then back again. Her tail thumped slightly against her master’s shoulder, her ears wiggling forward and back. Something Kital knew to be a sign she was interested in something. Morsel only ever seemed to be interested in potential danger, especially since she took up her post on their master’s shoulders.<br/>Again her gaze was torn away as her master stroked her. She gave a soft hiss, not particularly threatening and she didn’t show her teeth.<i>I’m working </i>it seemed to say. She slithered around him and returned to his left shoulder. Morsel scanned the area again, ensuring no new threats had appeared.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)"><i>“We’ll talk when we’re not being listened to,”</i> </span>her voice was low and calm, though to humans it sounded like a quiet growl. She didn’t look at Kital, but the message was intended for her.