Blackfeather Woods infinity doesn't have your picture in its locker

Each day, Qilaq has new growth and new strength. She can walk a little more than the day before, seeing new sights in her surroundings, and she can often make it back without exerting all her energy. She's a resilient little thing but certainly not without side effects. Smaller than she should be, without boundless amounts of energy, and a bit of a struggling grasp on daily life. Keeping up a fairly steady routine pleases her the most and keeps her noises down. 

Breakfast > nap > walk > nap > lunch > nap > dinner > sleep. 

If there's an interruption in her schedule, it was hell the rest of the day for all of them. 

Today, however, had been spent on the tightrope when an earlier incident pushed her walk back later in the day but quickly shifting things out them back on track. Qilaq feels the day will come to a neat close to start all over again. She'd been provided with a little chewed up meet and topped off with a little milk before she began her search for a sleeping spot. Getting around in the den, Qilaq quickly loses her balance over a couple of white limbs. She's smashing into the ground, stunned by the action, as she quickly glances to @Kove on how she should react.

Qilaq's schedule is one that I wouldn't mind having lmao

The child that he had returned with was faring better, it seemed, offering to him a positive feeling. He had done well by saving her, his little Qilaq; never could he refer to her as anything other than the name that he had given her, for quickly had the male grown attached. She was his daughter, as he would say if questioned, and that was a fact that would stand no matter how many others partook in her upbringing. At times in which he was able, he'd spend it with her, watching her grow and explore her home. It had been during such a moment when she'd stumbled over his outstretched limbs, falling to the ground in the process. The sound alone had pushed him to jolt upwards, lurching forward, then, in an attempt to work over her small frame. From her forehead to her shoulders, and then down along her back—and everywhere else in between—his nose had trailed, ensuring that she'd not been too badly harmed during her trip down to meet the dirt. When no broken bones or large quantities of blood had been located, he'd felt relieved, a sigh escaping him as he was able to then settle back down onto his stomach.

For a moment, he'd watched her, only to then reach out and pull her closer to him. "Someday, you won't have to worry about tripping over anything," he'd voiced, thinking briefly of her future self, only to toss the mental image aside. It was too soon to be thinking of the future, especially when he wished to live with her in the present. Thus, it was with a shake of his head that he'd changed the topic, wondering all the while just how much she'd be able to understand. "Can you say 'papa'?" he'd questioned. "Or 'atâtak'?" The language of his family had been taught to his son, but never his daughters, and so he saw an opportunity with the girl that was currently before him. They were family, he'd decided, and so surely his efforts would not be unwelcomed. "How about 'atâ'?" Simplify it, he'd told himself, do not force her to speak more than necessary.

His sudden movements startle her, rushing to her aid suddenly overwhelming her and she inhales for a sharp cry. His worry over her fall pushes her over the edge and while nothing in particular hurts, she isn’t sure what else to do. Tears well in her eyes and she buries herself inward until she’s offered a few encouraging nudges and licks before he settles down to relax. Qilaq gives a few more whines and whimpers before nudging herself into the large canine’s armpit as she’s scooted forward into his chest.

When she makes herself comfortable, tears drying into her fur, she rolls so she can look up at him. He speaks, like Nemesis and the other wolves, and like most times when they speak as if she isn’t here, her attention remains on something irrelevant. Her paws swipe upward to catch the long, white nose, and she wiggles a little in hopes to draw it closer.

The tears in her eyes had caused his heart the lurch, making him swallow in the process to perhaps right his innards. He had overreacted, but would never take back having done so, feeling it better to be safe rather than sorry. No matter what anyone might say, she was his daughter, and so he needed to ensure she was always kept safe and raised in a proper environment. It was his goal to succeed in doing so, to succeed in being the father for her that he'd been unable to be for his blood-related daughters. When she'd wedged herself into a space, he'd made sure not to move his limb and risk upsetting her, lowering his head down instead so that his chin touched the ground beside her. He was there to watch over her, and could only hope that he might always be, for he'd not give up on being there to watch her grow.

By the time he'd started to speak, his head had been pulled up, confident that she was fine. Still, his gaze did not stray far at all, focusing upon her face once she'd rolled over to look up at him. Towards her a smile was offered, and his words momentarily forgotten as the Inuit observed her trying to swipe at him. Unable to resist, he'd lowered his muzzle so that he could gently poke at her stomach, pulling away quickly but still keeping his nose just within her reach.

Qilaq lazily turns onto one side while one oversized paw smacks against Kove’s nose. Met with resistance, she grunts and then giggles, tongue hanging out the side of her. His nose this close makes her shut her eyes, feeling the warm breath coming from his large, leathery nostril. Maybe she’ll one day have a nose like this but for now she can only hold on to the one she can keep. She parts his jaws and with a loud battle cry, clamps teeth around his nose with her tiny, sharp baby teeth.

Behind him, his tail had since started thumping lightly against the earth, a smile never far from his lips. Her giggling had made his ears perk up with interest, the sound being something that he hadn't heard in quite some time. It was a pleasant tune, and he'd be slow to forget it, if ever he did. Though that was something for the future, as well as being far from his mind as he was left to lay there whilst watching the small girl.

In a matter of minutes, however, he'd had to resist the urge to jerk his head back. She'd snagged hold of his nose, tiny teeth feeling like a thousand little needles as they pricked him. He'd gotten over it, pushing past the brief stinging sensation so that he could slowly move his muzzle from side-to-side, attempting to wiggle it out of her grasp.

The girl doesn’t realize what she’s done as Kove holds himself still. His little shake eggs her on a little until she falls off him dramatically with flailing limbs and her head falling back. Giggles spill from her mouth as she lazily swats at the nose, long forgetting the crisis just a few minutes ago. Qilaq remains for more preoccupied with the nose waving around in front of her and slowly her giggles turn into weird gurgles as she gasps for air during the fit. A smile never leaves her face and her bright baby blues remain bright, but squinted, as she finally rolls over to her side to catch her breath.

A few shakes, and the girl had started to fall back, releasing his nose in the process. Of course, his full attention was given to her, looking the girl over to ensure that she'd not been harmed in the process of falling. A sigh of relief passed through his teeth once he'd heard the sound of her giggling, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips once more as she'd batted at him. He continued to playfully taunt her, leaning his muzzle in closer and then pulling it away once she'd gotten too close. It'd gone on that way until she'd rolled onto her side, which had prompted him to stop his antics so that she could calm down.

Kove had lowered his head down next to her small body, watching her with a smile never far from his lips. "You're doing a lot better now," he'd noted, using his nose to nudge at her stomach. "Keeping that filled, right?" Verbal responses were not expected, yet, he'd always speak to her as if they were. Always had that been the way that he was around children, and it was unlikely that it'd ever change.

A large yawn escapes her muzzle as she lays there for a moment, ears twitching, and when a nose is pressed to her belly, she squirms and giggles again. His wet nose cools her belly and sends a ripple through the rest of her, causing her breath to suck inward, constricting the size of her abdomen in a dramatic display. She releases her breath, scrambled to her feet, and once more trips over long white limbs. She doesn't fall hard this time, landing in soft fur, and shifts her weight a little until she's tucked neatly into place where slumber takes her over.