Sar frowns even more, not liking the behaviour of the young tiger the slightest bit. He comes closer to Sar, towering above him, and grabs his muzzle, forcing him to look at him eye to eye. The male bunny doesn't like the way he's being talked by the young feline, and the bit about the 'way of the predator' makes him snickers. He holds Sar's muzzle with a strong grip, showing him that he may not be of a predatory species, but he's stronger than the tiger might imagine.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Listen to me, mister predator! I don't care about how intensely erotic this experience was for you, for you both. I don't care what you felt, nor do I care about the fact you planned or not. The only things I care about now are that I won't let a young brat like you talk to me in such a way, and how will your parents react!</span><br/><br/>Arin looks quite impressive and intimidating, his muzzle so close to Sar that he can feel his breath. His face is distorted by the anger and the sadness mixed together.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- It will probably break Anna's heart. She thought she could trust you both. Your mother will be very displeased, young man, and I don't even want to think about Arkain's reaction! Have you thought about that, before letting your hormones take command and mate with Tamara? I guess you didn't... </span><br/><br/>-----<br/>Tamara freezes when Anna tells her that they need to talk about dinner. She quickly regain her composure, or at least she tries to, but it's nto easy, and the pinkyness of her cheeks and ears shows that something is very wrong.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- We... enjoyed our dinner as well. It was... different... unique... I don't know how to describe what I felt when... when I ate the chinchilla...</span><br/><br/>The teenage tigress pauses frequently, choosing her words carefully, trying not to say anything that might be suspect or could lead Anna to understand what really happened. Though, the pauses and frequent choosing of words are highly suspect in themselves.<br/><br/>She meeps as Anna starts exmining her clothes closely, in search of some imaginary bloodstains. Some of her fur bristles and stands on end for a brief moment, a shiver of fear running through her body. She'll understand, she can't miss it, not with the heavy musky scent of her clothes. And she bites her lower lip as she remembers that Sar took her panties, something Anna will also see. The last question makes her regain hope. Maybe the deer hasn't understood after all, maybe she thinks this is the scent of a predator after eating a prey, who knows?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- No... Nothing else happened... Nothing really of interest...</span>she replies, trying to play it low, while walking a bit away, drying her long hair with the towel, praying silently that she can make it through this way, without Anna noticing anything.