Sun Mote Copse Everybody hates Monday mornings.

nunya went right over arcturus' head (WHOOSH!). most of arcturus' emotions had always been plainly read on his features, and now, he wrestled with that's a nice name and wait, really?. his brow furrowed, and it was only seconds later that he caught the joke that had been at his own expense.

he did not hide the way his features crumpled, not that he would have been able to. he looked swiftly to meerkat so towhee might not catch how handily she had invalidated him. the myriad of emotions that had been woken in him when he had for a split second thought he was a father had not yet distilled - the mountaineer smiled as the little ball again flailed her legs and rose her paw. arcturus did not move from where he had crouched, but he rose his own paw in response, the grin on his features gunned down as he remembered towhee was there, and likely would soon chase him off. "what's it mean?"