You were laying down one day, the window was open and you were feeling quite agitated, for no reason really. You wanted to go hunt but of course that was frowned upon. Werewolves weren't meant to be kept in enclosed spaces anyways.

Corvyn soon walked in with a bag of takeout in his hand, "Hey furball! I'm back, I got you some food...hey you alright?"

You growled slightly at him when he got closer and he raised his hands, "Woah hey! Hey now...just calm down its fine alright...?" He reached out to touch your arm...