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

"Good morning." He greeted with about as much warmth as a man like him could muster. Hattori didn't recall his last litter growing as quickly as these, though still relatively small he could already tell many of them would be about as tall as he was. It was all in the gangly length of their limbs, paws too big for their smaller frames. Kina in particular would no doubt be tall and from what he'd observed she already had a natural talent to her, a sharp mind and capable fighting skills. But perhaps as her Father he was just biased, he didn't dwell on it too much.

"Spar with me." Was his gentle order, his tail flicking as he offered her the first mover.