It's called being Wired Differently

She seemed to light up almost immediately, not even allowing for his words to come to a complete end before he began to witness that little tail of hers slowly wag. The sight of her usually distant expressions transforming into something so interested simply made him bubble over with a warm sense of pride. He chuckled, unable to suppress his own excitement to share this night with her and turned right back around, waiting to escort her down back down the mountain that he'd come from.

Once she was trotting next to him, he made sure to keep his long limbs calm at a leisurely pace, not wanting to make it too difficult for her to keep up with him. He didn't want her rushing and slipping on ice, having young children this high up in the mountains was anxiety in itself... though he appreciated the secure feeling of being able to see an army coming from a mile away. The thought of war was not somewhere he wanted his mind to drift too, so instead his ruby gaze found the pup on his right side and his inky lips curved a smile.

The sound of a wild turkey somewhere below them calling for its mate made him pause, both in thought and physically as he stood there in the packed down snow that made up the pathway up to their kingdom. He looked to his daughter, wondering if she recognized this call or if it would frighten her now that they were out of view of the den.

"That sounds close," he mused.

"What is it?" He knew, as turkeys and mountain goats were common snacks for him up here in these mountains.. but did she? He had other matters on his mind, but for now.. he was enjoying life and the tiny pleasures that it offered, for the time being. Addressing her sleeping schedule could wait.. for now.