Tamara yelps as the pans crashes on the floor, placing her arms over her ehad to protect her, in case a few pans would fall on her. She jumps and shivers when she hears the loud noise the pans make when they crash on the floor, then again when the monkey howl in pain. The tigress sees him slip and begin to fall. She does see that he will fall against a trya of dessert, and run toi try and prevent that, but she slips on a wet pan and falls on the floot, yipping as she's surprised and hurts her knees on the cold floor.<br/><br/>She watches with much horror as the monkey falls on the tray, then the tray rolling backwards. She closes her eyes, not wanting to see what will happen when the tray hurt the cook with the thick gravy on paws. An eerie silence falls suddenly on the kitchen as the ehad chief is covered in the thick gravy. It seems to last for an eternity before Tamara reopens her eyes, looking around. She cringes when she sees the look on the lion's face, and also the gravy spread over him.<br/><br/>When her gaze meet his, before he even speaks, she suddenly wishes she'd be anywhere but here. Her ears flattens back against her skull, her tail curls around her left leg, and she seems to shrink some under the power and the anger carried by the anthro-lion look. A huge shiver runs down her spine, making her fur bristles in fear as she hears him call her.<br/><br/>The little tigress slowly gets up and pads to him. She stops a few steps away from the chief, looking down, sorry but unable to word it, only letting out a very low mewl, feeling bad already, and the chief hasn't started to yell at her yet. She looks at her footpaws, twisting her paws together, gettign ready for the blow, be it verbal or physical, or maybe both.