Sun Mote Copse Everybody hates Monday mornings.

arcturus' ears strained, his sharp gaze trying to study the motions of towhee's paws as she turned back to her charge. he had never really considered why she gesticulated so -- he assumed it to be some quirk.. but as he stood there, thinking heavily, it occurred to him that maybe the reason towhee had missed so much of what he had said was because -- could she not hear..?

towhee was scruffing and grooming her puppy when arcturus cleared his throat to announce his departure. when that did not yield the anticipated response, arcturus shrugged and grabbed the hare -- gently tossing it in the regent's direction. she might feel the whumph of wind as the thing landed, or maybe it would capture meer's attention -- but arcturus would have already been slipping off by that point, more bewildered than before but feeling an imaginary forcefield between the two of them that could not be erased.