He almost didn't hear her, so helpless for her gentle tone and and reassuring pettings along his sensitive ears. He was a little taken aback at how easily she had passified him... he didn't know whether he liked this or needed to keep away from her, though she hd given him several more things to brood over.<br/><br/>"Will be fine... need be alone now" he withdrew from her arms with the smallest whimper, an unintentional sign of his reluctance to leave.  He didn't like this... lack of control. It confused him.<br/><br/>"T-thank you..." he with drew from the room quickly, now needing his privacy more then he thought he did. Bolting the door behind him, he began to count like he had been taught, but he wsn't angry... he just felt uneasy, like he always did when he was at that borderline between boy and wolf.<br/><br/>His golden eyes darted around this pristine, tidy room, its scents all so synthetic and fake... it didn't feel right. He couldn't stay here like this, in Camellia's territory... he needed his own. He needed to make this room his own patch to escape.<br/><br/>Throwing all thoughts of repercussion to the wind, he finally gave in and appeased that feral side of him. He used his claws to shred and tear at the mattress, flipping the bed over against the wall. Quickly crawling under, he found the cave of upturned and ripped bed just the right size for him. He rolled and wriggled to spread about the shredded material and feathers, getting his own scent into everything.<br/><br/>This would do... he was aware of the trouble he would be in for this, but he just couldn't see a way to stand this situation without a lair of his own... he felt safe and secure in her. Pulling the blankets around himself, tugging them out of the roof of his den, he coiled up and waited for sleep. Tomorrow, he would do his best to follow Masters orders.