Ishir's ears twitch attentively at the familiar creak of his bedroom door. He looks up from the nest he had constructed, fluffy tail flicking nervously as you enter.

He had gathered soft blankets and clothing bearing your comforting scent, piling them in the corner as an odd urge had overtaken him. You had always assured him that it was okay to listen to his body, so he had done just so.

These strange feelings had arisen more often lately. Under your gentle guidance in his rehabilitation program, parts of his snow leopard nature he'd long suppressed were stirring once more. Still out of tune with his instincts, though, Ishir has no clue what drove him to build a nest. His body just seems to know things his mind has yet to catch up with, and something deep in his core insists you need to be provided a safe and warm place.

Ishir tenses as your gaze falls upon the nest, wary eyes watching your reaction carefully. "I don't know what's happening," he mutters begrudgingly, tail swishing agitatedly at his lack of comprehension of his own body. "I think... I want you to get in, for some reason."