in this family, we slap each other around and call it bonding

Fog rolled into Tojo as the morning sun attempted to rise, its light fracturing amongst the bamboo and further dulled by the fog. It was humid and chilly out. Kina snuggled into the furs of their den but knew it was expected that she get up. Already her father had left, no doubt tending to the training area for the days activities. Kina stretched and rolled to her feet trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes before she slipped out of the den and toward the stream for a drink. As she took her first sip she heard her father call for the pups for a training lesson. Ah, right on time. Kina swiftly finished her drink, feeling a bit more awake though a little chillier before she headed over to where her father had summoned them. She arrived and dipped her head low in respectful greeting. "Good morning, father."

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