Dad Squared?

Arcturus was just in the middle of rolling around the den and wrestling with mom's leopard when he heard a bark from outside that sent Satira bolting out and screaming about her dad. Mo was always really nice so he liked when he came to visit too - enough so that he was willing to let Ashur win their little wrestling match so that he could wiggle out from under him and go running out of the den behind his sister. He found her flopped over on a pile of wool and he reeeeeeally wanted to jump on top of her and tickle her, but he didn't want to get in trouble with Mo so he resisted for once. Mo brought them gifts and he didn't want to miss out on gifts! "Hi, Mo!" He didn't really know what to call his kinda also dad or stepdad or whatever he was, but "Mo" was easy and fun to say so he just went with that.

He leapt and pounced on the other bundle of wool that Mo had brought and immediately saw what Satira was talking about when she was cooing about how soft it was. He "oooooh"ed and pawed at the downy fluff, mushing it together and stretching it out again with a grin. When his sister asked about doing something fun he perked up and looked at the floppy eared pair with interest. "I wanna do something fun!" he agreed, wriggling around on the wool until he was facing them. Although, knowing Tira, her idea of fun would be like sun bathing or picking flowers or something. Dumb girly stuff!

"Arcturus Fatalis"