You had tried your best to behave but you couldn't resist listening to those instincts of yours. Especially when you were very territorial. You were jealous when you saw someone giving Gaz a pat on the shoulder.

So you attacked the person. Gaz was disappointed and he dragged you away as you glared and hissed at the person. He told you he was going to put a muzzle on you. Maybe you should've believed him instead of arguing against him.

"You need to put it on. You attacked someone because what, your instincts got the best of you?" Gaz demands, a frown on his face as he held a muzzle in his hand.