Father dearest?

The darling call of Athena was enough to cause pale lips to tweak, nostrils quivering with interest as his muzzle would lift from the pool he had quenched his thirst upon. Extended tail would lash at coral hocks, and quickly the demon would trot; seeking the confines of his silver-bathed daughter with a devotion of compassion, eager to yield her call. He spotted her tiny frame against the heavy blankets of snow, slowing to an elegant waltz as he would come to her side; playfully reaching down with his jaws to pull at an ebony lined ear, a harmless growl low in his pipes.