This Beautiful Morning

The older wolf would catch his daughter easily and he would roll gently with her until he lay upon his back and she upon his stomach. He would laugh then, lowering his head to her and breathing in the familier scents of her coat. She smelled like Twig and milk and even perhaps a touch of himself. He had missed her dearly, his beautiful little girl, as he had missed the presence of his mate. His head would fall back a moment to look at the upside down figure of Twig who watched them play. He would offer her a big, soppy grin of love before pulling his attention back to the child onto of him.



She had been bouncing against his stomach and she was small enough that he didn't lose his breath with the weight of each bounce. Her giggles where utterly pure and innocent and he found himself humming lightly in the back of his throat with pure love for the moment. Moments later the little girl would curl up upon his stomach until she was a tiny little ball of fluff against his own white. He laughed softly and nuzzled against her shoulder with his nose. ?Deal, Faun? he murmured softly ? snuggle then play. His eyes went in seach of Twig again, inviting her with his expression to join in the snuggling. He had been away for days and truly nothing sounded more blissful then curling up with his daughter and wife.



He waited until Twig was a hairs breath away before he would speak again, softly so not to wake the sleeping child. ?Coal is safe within the den?? he would ask, he was certain all would be well with his son or elsse these two would not look so happy and care free.