"They took our food?" There was growing outrage in his voice, and something a little like hysteria. "After a week of making me afraid of food, with less than a day of being able to eat, they took our food?" H was almost yelling full voice by that last word, eyes a vivid version of their usual color, tail straight up in the air and rigid, and fur standing on end.
Salem swore, then, in several different languages, and his claws shredded the top of the chair before be managed to get a hold of his self control. "Somehow, someday, I will make them pay for this. I swear it." Anger from the deepest root of him was in every line of his voice as he spoke, but the eyes he turned to Lily were fully in control, and utterly full of promise.
"I'll go hunting. And I pity any snake or animal that gets in my way."