Eric was laughing busy dodging the snowballs that both Frieda and Spencer ere throwing at him. Easily dodging the snow being flung at him, thanks to his inhuman like stamina and agility from becoming a were-panther; he happily runs circles around the girls all the while scooping up snow and tossing a few snowballs back at them.
“Come on,” Eric chuckling; “try and hit where I will be. Not were I currently am.”
“Then slow down,” Spencer laughing; “you becoming a were-panther is making it difficult to beat you at anything physical.”
“Blame Frieda,” Eric cackles as he tosses a snowball and it hits Spencer; “she did the deed after all.”
Spencer pauses for a moment and then grins; staring a Frieda, “Eric is right.”
“Oh you can’t be serious in switching sides now,” Frieda now backing away from Spencer.
“I’m not switching sides,” Spencer grins; “it’s now a free for all!”
As Eric, Spencer and Frieda gleefully pelt each other with snowballs; Lance and Anton Knight look on watching the three youngsters play.
“Now that looks like fun,” Anton sipping his coffee; “perhaps Esmeralda and I will join them.”
“Leave them be dad,” Lance smiling; “This is their fun. Let them enjoy it. Besides,” Lance looking at his were-panther father; “they’ve already had a trying morning what with the statue 1A trial. Julie Stovall was… quite unruly.”
“That bad,” Anton sipping his coffee; smiling as he watches Eric and Frieda tackle Spencer.
“It was hard on my ears,” Lance shaking his head; “that wer-mer has quite the colorful vocabulary. It would make even the saltiest sailor cringe.”
“Perhaps we should rejoin our women,” Anton smiles; “interrupt their girl talk and all.”
Lance chuckles; looking at his father, a black were-panther with streaks of grey fur throughout. He follows him to the dining room as he rejoins his silver furred were-panthress mother Esmeralda and his were-tigress girlfriend Lila Carpenter.
“Where’s the coffee,” Lila speaking up.
“We got distracted, Anton sitting down; “watching Frieda and her friends have a snowball fight outside.”
“You could of still brought back coffee husband,” Esmeralda smirks; “and cookies.”
“You’ll survive mom,” Lance grins; “beside what embarrassing things have you been telling my girlfriend.”
“Only the amusing ones,” Lila grins; “is it true you use to run around naked when you were three years old.”
“Oh that was fun,” Anton laughs; “Lance here was jealous that Benton had his first transformation and wanted to be a were-panther like him.”
“Poor Lance ran around naked,” Esmeralda laughing; “thinking it would make him shift into his fursona early.”
“Yes,” Lance lowering his muzzle in shame; “apparently I caused quite the scene running down the street butt naked.”
“Oh,” Lila unable to contain her laughter; “how precious. Are their pictures of this?”
“Yes,” Esmeralda grinning; “but sadly they are back at our island home.”
“Thank god,” Lance chuckling; “even Benton would be thrilled at the thought of you not being able to see his embarrassing photos.”
“I can always email them,” Esmeralda beams; “when we head back.”
The four weres laugh at the moment; and the laughter doubles over again when Anton suggests Esmeralda email those photos to Amanda as well. With the four weres laughing and enjoying each other’s company; neither heard or weren’t paying attention to Amanda and Benton arriving home. The two were-panthers each hearing Lance as well as Anton and Esmeralda talking as well as a strange woman; they enter the dining room.
“If you four are here,” Benton staring at his parents, his brother and a were-tigress he met briefly yesterday; “then where is Frieda?”
“With her friends outside,” Lance smiling; “having a snowball fight.”
“That’s fine,” Benton watching Amanda walk upstairs to put her clothing purchases away; “now who is going to admit to it?”
“Admit to what,” Lance asking.
“You think I didn’t recognize the smell of Rabbit stew,” Benton glaring? Who made it?”
“Who do you think,” Anton answering; “and what is wrong with rabbit for dinner? It’s hearty and wholesome.”
Benton just growls as he turns around and storms out of the dining room; making a beeline to his study.
“I better go after him,” Anton getting up; “find out what got his fur up.”
“You don’t need to do that dad,” Lance sighing; “it’s Benton’s dam pride in full view. You knew he always resented being poor. Rabbit stew is a reminder of that. It’s why,” Lance getting up; “he was always the hot head.”
“We weren’t always poor,” Anton responding; “even after I got Crawford and Knight up off the ground, I always made time to prepare a home cooked meal. Regardless of money, family time was more precious.”
“I’ll remind him,” Lance sighing; “at least I won’t try and deck him back if he tries to hit me.”
“No,” Esmeralda getting up; “you sit back down son, I’ll talk to Benton. He wouldn’t dare try and hit me.”
“You’ll bite his head off if he does,” Anton snorting.
Esmeralda grins as she knows her husband is right; leaving the dining room, she heads to Benton’s study to admonish her son.