Blackfeather Woods How can one like me love one as filthy as you?

Her ears were perked high atop her tiny freckled head as she awaited a response. She was sure to move around some more to try and wake her dad, but never would she use her teeth. It was with a side-eye on the entrance that she waited, letting out small whimpers. How dare he not respond right away! She was just about to demand him love when he moved- finally!

She grinned at his words- she understood only the first word, but it was a start. She nuzzled against his soft, white fur. While she was devoted to her mother, she did not dislike her father. He was... okay, she supposed. And that was a compliment coming from her. Atâ? She repeated after him, quite amused with how she sounded herself.