you're gonna love this (and by love I mean hate)

Jupiter, who had been sleeping on his back, rolled halfway over when Tyrian's call went up. He lay still for a minute to process the summons and then casually brushed the baby skunk off his chest. One of Lefty's brats had decided to join him for nap time. He hadn't minded at first. Her newest litter, like all babies he supposed, were noisy little things. The only time they were quiet was when they were asleep so when the little tyke had nestled against him he'd thought it'd be fine. What was one small, sleeping skunk, right? Wrong. The little thing had started farting almost from the moment it had fallen asleep. And, believe it or not, Jupiter had come to the conclusion that skunk farts were worse than skunk spray. Unbelievable but true.

The tiny baby, too much like Lefty to realize it was no longer welcome, peeped up at him sleepily, "Can I come?"

He shooed it away. "Nah, stay here and uh...keep catching them z's."

Unfortunately for Jupiter, it turned out Tyrian was very close by. So close, in fact, that when the baby skunk realized Jupiter wasn't going to go far it trailed after him as he approached Tyrian. Jupiter gave it a look before turning his attention to his uncle. "Something up?"