Arley is currently fluterring and hopping around his burrow, trying to hold his kits in a pile, and quiet, while trying to keep the burrow from getting damaged from the storm outside.

He has a face of slight distress, his bunny ears and cotton tail twitching every so often as he tried, a little helplessly, to block the water and autumn air leaking through into the burrow, all while making sure his three kits aren't making a mess.