Butterfly Kisses

The day before he had hunted for Marina and had brought down a scrawny doe that was sipping from the creek, the thin deer having much more life in it that appearances would've led to believe. But he had prevailed, fangs finding it's neck and crushing the throat. For Marina's motherly trouble she had received both haunches and Nako would stuff himself enough to regurgitate for their four pups to sleep with full bellies. Bellies that never filled, though the cleaned ribs and scraps of hide made good playthings and quieted their pups complaints of hunger.

And so he used this time to sleep. Rest up for another hunt tomorrow and repeat the whole ordeal. Nako hardly minded the fetching of meat for the life of a rogue was but a simple one. One only needed to act when it was required, not because it was asked of them. But despite his somewhat distant relationships with his children Nako felt good about how they were turning out.

His paws adjusted under his chin, ears flicking as someone, someone small and full of life scrambled into his den. It took everything not to smile at the scent of the intruder and still feign sleep. Already Kaitlyn wasted no time in greeting him, a blue eye cracking open to stare at the brown child. "What, what, what, little Kait?" Nako asked in mock suprise, nose brushing up and flipping his daughter onto her back. His muzzle trailed up her belly with nips before blowing air against her chest, the father tickling his daughter even as he tried not to start laughing to soon.