When she said that the wolf was alright, he was glad to here that. And when she said that she was just gonna let him lay there with his imagination to keep him sane, he just rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh of irritation again. â€œAny of the books on the bookshelf over there.â€ he says to her as he points to a bookshelf and then he watches as she goes over and gets him a book. â€œThank you.â€ he says as she hands it to him. Later on he watches as she crawls into bed on his good side. He then rolls his eyes, â€œLucky me.â€ he mutters with a sarcastic tone. It seems that he was still pouting about her taking care of him. But of course he slept soundly through out the night, he even curled up, more like snuggled up, to her and rested his broken arm the best he could on her side. Early the next morning, talking could be heard. â€œFang! Get back to bed this instant! Youâ€™re not supposed to be up and running around!â€ Whitewolf says from the kitchen. He had caught Fang out of bed and getting something for breakfast. Fang just rolls his eyes at his father. â€œIf you wanted something to eat, you could just ask. Aylia or I would be happy to get you something.â€ Whitewolf says still chewing his son out for disobeying doctorâ€™s orders. Again Fang rolls his eyes, â€œI can certainly take care of myself, Iâ€™m feeling better.â€ Fang says. He was being stubborn again. â€œI donâ€™t care, youâ€™re staying in that bed until the doctor examines you again, which will be in three or four days. So get back to bed this instant!â€ Whitewolf says trying to plead with his son. Fang just rolls his eyes and sighs, â€œFine.â€ he mutters as he turns around and walks back toward his room. As he enters his room, he sees a not too happy Aylia. â€œWhat? I was hungry.â€ he says as he crawls back into bed with another irritated sigh.