Leaving? Aza uttered a small coughing bark that roughly translated to<em>Pardon me?</em>and rose to all four feet, her unnaturally red fur ruffled. Leaving where? This room? This suite of rooms? This tower? What the hell did "getting out" mean, and why must they? She shook her head, a weirdly humanlike gesture, but the drow's attention had already moved back to her companions, one of whom had almost just trod upon a green lizard body.<br/><br/>The fox sprung up to the bed, where she wouldn't have to crane her neck for a better view of the drow or her sticky-fingered friends, and assumed a pose that could easily be read as obstinate.<em>Not leaving,</em>she declared by flattening her ears.<em>Take your beasts and go. One of them smells awful, anyway.</em>Though each was a fine piece of manflesh, Aza had to concede; if Sae'Ka had been attempting to barter with them, there'd be no lack of interested buyers. Especially a matched set like that. Those were difficult to collect.<br/><br/>Then, likely unnoticed by the rest of the room, the largest of the gems on the fox's neckpiece began to gleam, the egg-sized jewels throwing a faint rainbow over her paws and the bedspread, and Aza cocked an ear just before Donovan looked to the doorway and everything went wrong.<br/><br/>Wrong for Sae'Ka and her boys, anyway. Aza had no taste for combat and no wish to become an incidental casualty, so even as the crossbow bolts were dropping to the carpets, the fox was a red streak right the fuck out of the way, streaming multicolored sparkles in her wake. The light surrounding her flared brightly as she passed through the remnants of whatever spell had concealed the soldiers, and again as Donovan began to push energy Dean's way... "No!" yelped one of the guards as she scrambled over his boots, and he turned to lunge for the little animal, probably opening himself for a strike.  She easily evaded the soldier nearest to the door as well, who actually spun to pursue her into the next room, also helping the would-be thieves' odds.