"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Well, that was interesting, and long overdue. Angel passed his furious, seething mother covered in mud kicked up, having heard the screech but had not seen the actual upheaval of dirt. An amused grin lit up his face, head turning over his shoulder to watch Aphra sulk away. ”Oh no, that’s just [i]terrible! Who could have done this?” Mocking her? Yes. Not that he was much better when it came to dirt and the like, he was a little bit of a priss, but he’d never threaten bodily harm, much less a child. Then again, he figured most wouldn’t, Aphra was something else.

The cub hopped up to the gathered group, a little late to the game but happy to be there nonetheless. Flowers, was it? No one else seemed to inquire about the specifics, so it was up to him. Not that he needed to, he was just curious. ”What kind of flowers are they?” Angel asked curiously, crouching down at the ground that the seeds were planted in, eyes wide. 

Ah... that had been exactly the kind of reaction he had been hoping for. The threat of violence was uncalled for, but Arvid had to admit that he wasn't too intimidated by Aphra. Even in his young age, the dire wolf was over a foot and a half taller than her, and even her lashing out at his face would only cause a few minor cuts. It was because of this that the boy felt little hesitation in calling after her, his tail wagging back and forth behind him, "Oh, so sorry! I'll be sure to keep my out for you, next time!" The sarcasm dripping from his words was thick and unmistakable. Still, it took less than a minute for his expression to turn from amused and mocking to friendly as he looked back towards Saturn and the others.

Saturn's words caused Arvid to grin, and the newcomer nodded enthusiastically before he spoke, "I can help with digging the holes! I'm pretty good at digging, naturally." He didn't mention Saturn's little dance, considering he found it to be pretty charming. Besides, his tail wagged involuntarily when he was happy – Saturn's dance was probably something similar. With a hum, the male moved forward and over to where the garden was to be made, hunkering down and beginning to dig small holes with his paws. As he worked, he kept his ears perked and listening, intrigued by what the answer to Angelembrace's question would be. The wanderer didn't have much of a preference when it came to kinds of flowers, but some were certainly prettier than others.