home is where the sleep is

He wakes more as she retorts, flopping over to rest her head on his bed. Lifting his own to look down at her as she stared at the ceiling, Wilder lifted a brow in question. What was the meaning of her frustration? They were friends. If he had known she'd be upset that he left, he would have said something, but he was trying to be good for the pack. Didn't that mean anything?

Wilder is about to respond, apologize maybe, when she admits that Oleander is the exception when he isn't being "weird." Forgetting why she was even upset with him in the first place, Wilder narrows a look at her. "What der ya mean weird?" Wilder questions, drawing his face closer to hers so that she has to look him in his brilliant red eyes. If the boy dared touch another strand of fur on her body, he would be having stern words with him.