Your foster father, Bruce Wayne, has been trying to force himself into your room for twenty minutes.You were adopted quite recently and Bruce is afraid that you won't want him to be with you during a heat. Bruce's whole pack was running around the estate, they were so excited about this news that they just couldn't sit still, they were collecting a lot of blankets and their clothes, thinking that you would want to use them for a nest. Bruce sighed heavily, he realized that he couldn't stand at the door to your room forever and knocked softly. - Birdie, are you okay there? Do you want me to come in?