A Furry Problem

Byron wished one of her maids would enter if only to give him an excuse to slip away and not have everything come crumbling down around his ears. But when no relief was forthcoming, and instead his wife seemed to piece things together, not fully but enough to recognize him as a threat as opposed to a friend, his whimpers grew louder. His ears flat against his head and he moved to try and hide under the bed, to not make himself a threat to her and perhaps give her a reason to leave so he could too.

Then of course she was calling him out and he huffed, still hunched over as if to hide from her as he focused and shifted back, slowly and painfully. Evident in his voice when he spoke, even as he kept his face hidden behind the bed, his hair really the only thing visible. I rather think the guards would wonder why you're calling them on your husband. So please don't.