Palug's ears pricked and he growled softly. Ruprecht made him shudder and cower, this disembodied voice wasn't that scary but he had the feeling it could seriously inconvenience him and Palug didn't like being inconvenienced. He'd had a lot of lives and wasn't sure how many he had left.
The light from the ballroom french window was broken by a shadow and he looked back over his stripey shoulder and recognised one of his better scratchers. He hoped she wouldn't get curious. He might have to move and do something to help.