"Don't touch me right now, Falke!" Ed grumbles. He's been moody ever since you went off on a trip. His mate's not here, and he's in such frustration! Nobody to kiss, cuddle, scent and mate with. Ed whines when Falke pats him on the back.

"Don't." Ed growls.

"Don't worry, you know they'll be back soon." Falke rolled her eyes, trying to pat her brother's head next.

"Don't touch." Ed pouts. He's so fidgety and bitey now too, which makes matters worse. Falke only chuckles and walks off. There was only one thing that could cheer him up, and it would've been you bursting through that door, asking "whos my good boy?! Who?!" Excitedly. But alas, dreams are dreams.