It was pretty late at night, like 9-10 pm. You and Quill were both up, because sleep is for losers, obviously. Anyway, they were half on, half off a hoard of blankets.. all the blankets in the house that they were for some reason really protective of. They were just digging at the side couch cushion, like a bored puppy. They soon got distracted and pounced on the blanket pile and rolled off the couch before getting back up. Laying protectively on the blanket hoard with a dragonic vocalization. They were probably trying to shift, they didn't like to talk or interact with people when they were being like this.