Dominant looked from one of them to the other with a long thoughtful look, his ears back as if he was processing some significant thought. "Hm." he said. "That makes sense. He seems pretty boring anyway, and you don't look like you'd put in the effort to make it entertaining. Probably a dull match. Diplomacy's probably where you both should stay."
He sighed and rolled onto his back, his long legs in the air, tail and mane sprawled out below him.
"I was hoping I might find some entertainment where kin gathered, but it's looking pretty unlikely right now. Everyone is so..." he exhaled.
"Tense."
King was still the very picture of tension, irritated about being told he was boring when he most certainly wasn't. Stalker was normally the one who people labelled as boring, with him the more exotic, mysterious one. This wasn't a mantle he was very pleased about donning. "It would not be dull." he said irritably.
"And I don't know what you were EXPECTING. This is an emergency, the swamp is in darkness, everything as we know it might dissolve around us. Don't you care about anything?"
Dominant rolled his eyes. "Not really. If it goes to pieces, people will die, there will still be food for a while." He turned his attention to Bath again.
"My favourites are the tar slimes." he said. "Sticky. They have a lot of uses. Though there's nothing quite like a fresh drink slurped from the blue ones."
King made a disgusted face.