Primal Rage

“Just the two of us” He agreed. That was the entire point, after all. A chance for daughter and father to spend time together, rekindle a relationship that almost seemed to have soured.

He laughed and ruffled her fur until a mohawk sat behind her ears. “Agreed, let's get this off you” he said, leading her to the stream. When she hopped into the water, he made the quick detour to Io’s cottage. Stealing a bar of soap, with a silent promise to make it up to his sister. He returned with the prize, and wadded into the water, holding the bar between three claws of his feet, and began to lather it gently against her fur.