This was quite the little prank, now wasn't it? While Arvid wasn't that much of a prankster himself, he certainly could appreciate a good joke, and this seemed like a harmless enough one. It wasn't as if Anthem would particularly mind all that much, considering the lizard was still dozing away peacefully in the sun. The dire wolf couldn't help the snickering that left him as he approached, his tail wagging back and forth behind him as he spoke up, "I guess we'll have to start calling him Canvas, instead of Anthem." He didn't bother trying to tell Anthemtalon about what happened, at least not yet. There didn't seem to be much reason to wake the other up, and he was fairly sure Saturn's prancing around would warrant some kind of stirring soon enough. Or perhaps that was expecting a little too much out of Anthem. After all, the air was pretty cold that day, and it was entirely possible the komodo wouldn't actually wake up until many hours later.

Speaking of Saturn's hopping around, Arvid found himself pretty amused by how cheerful his parental figure seemed to be. Not that Saturn was particularly depressed or sour most of the time, but this was certainly a new side that the canine hadn't really seen before. It made him smile, and he soon found himself moving over to the bucket of paint, dipping one of his own paws into the thick blue liquid. He then carefully moved to paint on the side of Anthem's face, drawing a small pattern of dots and lines beneath the other's eye. It was almost like tribal face paint, in a way. Turning back to Saturn, Arvid questioned them with a content little hum, "You seem happy... have you painted before?" Although, he wasn't sure what they were doing could properly described as painting, at the moment. It was more like... vaguely hopping around while also getting paint somewhere.

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Paint. It had the texture of slimy, cold mud and made twice the mess. He believed somewhere deep down that he should have taken a liking to the colored substance, given his young age. However, much like with the mud that seemed to have covered literally everything, Angel hated the feel of paint. It was awful, and would take forever to get out of his fur. Although, seeing the lazy lizard getting painted was quite a sight. Eyes widening at the crime scene displayed before him, Angel paced around the outside of the paint covered section of ground, tail twitching as the tiny furs along his lower spine prickled and stood up. For a moment he though he had even stepped in the paint left behind, and a tiny cub growl was emitted to very clearly show his displeasure in the feeling. Not that it was intimidating, his proper growl hadn't even come in yet. He was still a baby, despite all his efforts to not be viewed as such. "Where did paint come from?" He asked with a hint of distress, scraping the bottom of his paw against the ground to rid himself of the blue tint. No thank you.

Well... at least Anthem didn't seem angry with them? Not that Arvid had been really been expecting anything more. He wasn't even sure the komodo had the capacity for anger within him – it seemed like too much of an expenditure of energy for the other. Either way, a soft snort left the canine as he watched Anthemtalon settle back down into his rest, and he turned as both Noemie and Angel approached. He flicked his fluffy tail in greeting to the both of them, although a wicked smirk spread across the pup's muzzle when he noticed Angelembrace's displeasure over the paint. He aimed to flick a few spots of blue paint at the other's pelt as he answered casually, "Some NPC thought it would be a neat prank to paint Anthem for sleeping in the middle of the road. Not sure where they got the paint itself, though. Maybe they just grabbed it from one of the houses?" He had certainly looted some of the houses around camp himself, in the past. That was where he had gotten his old science kit, after all.

Upon hearing Saturn's answer to his question, the dire wolf seemed to pause, his head tilting to one side. Painting had been something that Saturn and their mother had done together? That was... sweet. Although Arvid couldn't help the way that his gaze reflected a bit of envy. After all, he had never really known his birth mother, nor had he gotten to partake in any activities with her, aside from feeding himself. He shook that feeling off quickly though, a slightly forced chuckle leaving him before he spoke, "Ah... I guess that's not too hard to believe. Something about you struck me as one of those creative types." He couldn't help but watch the exchange between Saturn and Byriath with amusement, having to bite back a snicker. Saturn really did seem to have a softening effect on Byr, didn't he?