Fang still wasnâ€™t happy with what the wolves did to him. He simply lets out a sigh and then quickly takes off his soggy soaked clothes. The wolves seemed happy with what they did, for they were wagging their tails. The only time they whined and hunkered low to the floor with their ears pinned back is when Fang shot them an evil glare. One of the wolves then looks at the others as if to say Thatâ€™s our cue to leave and leaves. The others then follow after it. Of course Fang still wasnâ€™t happy at all about what happened. â€œI think that is the only reason they came in here.â€ is all he mutters. And besides not being happy he had the look a house cat would get when someone was either giving it a bath or it got water dumped on it. But eventually he would get over it. â€œSince Iâ€™m in here I guess I can wash up.â€ he says as he grabs the soap and a wash cloth. Aylia could probably see that he was a little tense, he would be like that until his arm is healed up all the way.