Whitwolf looks at her and nods. â€œI try to keep the peace in our village but they still keep making things worse.â€ He says to her. â€œI think I may call a meeting about this, this is getting tiresome and annoying.â€ He says once again. He then nods again. â€œI am glad that someone besides me defends him.â€ He adds with a smile. He looks at his son who still had his eyes close and his head facing away from them. â€œNow the hard part will be getting him back to the village.â€ He says. Fang lets out another whine when his father mentioned something about the village. It was like he was saying that he didnâ€™t want to go back. Whitewolf looks at Aylia. â€œI have things to attend to, please take your time, but at least make sure that he gets back to the village ok.â€ He says and then leaves. Two hours went by and they were still in the thicket. Fang had occasionally moved, but stayed near Aylia. He would also occasionally lick her hands and maybe, since she was in human form, her face. He lets out another sigh and streaches. He decided to leave the thicket, but in wolf form, going back the the village.<br/><br/>Back in the village, the villagers looked at Fang as if they had seen a ghost. They kept staring at him as he walked through in wolf form. Others walked through in wolf form with no problem at all. Fang lets out another sigh, switches forms and opens the door to his house. Letting her go inside first and then shuts the door. He then goes to his room, letting her in of course and then shuts the door, still not looking happy. He opens the sliding doors and lets the wolves in. All of them tried to cheer him up by licking him and whining. Then he goes and sits down on his bed, still saying nothing and gets his sketch book and begins to sketch.