your mother is a clown car

Hattori couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by how fast they were all growing. Naturally, some pups were larger than others, but as far as he could tell they were all thriving and developing as they should. He'd spent a fair amount of time with them as they grew, ensured none wandered off whilst Kirko had a moment or two to herself, but as young as they had been he couldn't say he'd really gotten to know them. That was about to change though, clearly. After finishing his early morning round, just ensuring that the bamboo was secure in its entirety, he made his way to the den and knew a difficult task lay ahead.

He loved his children in his own way, perhaps not smothering and doting, but paternal all the same. They were his blood, his kin and though his affection was not outspoken it remained.

"You may come out to play, if you remain within the bamboo." He announced, knowing full well they were listening and likely eager to make their way out into the world.