Aster growls, irritation so strong his foot thumps against the floor a mile a minute as he sniffs around to try and catch the culprit. His sense of smell isn't as sharp as it used to be, but even if it was,(more) he's not sure he would be able to catch anyone. They never leave any signs of themselves, so it's not like he can just go around accusing others of...fixing his bed. While he's sleeping in it, to boot.
God. It sounds strange, even to himself. He runs one paw over his face, scritches at his nose in thought, before he taps open a tunnel and hops in to arrive at North's workshop. (less)