Father and daughter

He caught sight of her shortly after, and watched as she picked up her pace through the snow. The Warlords smile was instant, and he laughed when she nuzzled his shoulder. He was use to his wolves being so much shorter then himself. He leaned down to nuzzle behind an ear, thr friendly giant returning her greeting.

He turned then, walking beside her as they continued the way he had come. The long border stretched out before them, wintery and white beneath the cloudless sky. She asked him what had brought him here, and the answer was simple enough. "You, actually." He explained. He kept pace easily with the shorter wolf. He was going to have a perminantly shortened stride, everyone he strode with was shorter then himself.
"Checking in, seeing how your doing" he explained to his young daughter.