Greatwater Lake Water

@Taliba @Ibrahim @Aiman (@Zharille for ref)

He arrives to his wife and children with deer haunch lodged in his teeth, and its skin over his back for his woman. He takes it into their nursery and squeezes in. A tongue swipes quickly over Zharille's head, and below her is their feisty children. The warrior's body always tenses to them, and he keeps his distance, yet he is forced to close this distance today while he looks at their adorable faces!

The furs are dirty and it's now his job to clean them. But he is met with a problem... Wife and children are on the current fur, and though he can nudge Zharille a few times without meeting her morning teeth, the children were fragile. So tiny! His own teeth are so big and his paws may crush them just by being too close!

A note for myself, the puppies are 31 days old here

The ogre girl's sight had improved. The blurry shapes gained form. The earthen tones of her kin and their large forms were regarded with clarity. During her mastery of her eyes, Taliba acquired a new gift. The rumbles that sent vibrations through her bones seemed to lessen as her ears developed. Sound taking much of her focus. Whether it being from her own mouth as she grumbled at her brothers, or when Zharille warned her when she was too careless with her milk teeth.

Speaking of teeth, Taliba had attached herself to a crease in the nursery's fur when the stomp stomp stomp of her father's feet as he passed through the den's entrance. Upward did baby blue eyes trail to lock onto the particularly smelly object in his jaws. Without yielding the fur from her grip, Taliba chewed absentmindedly as she stared wide-eyes at Mesen-ka.

a giant lumbers near the bed. the very same one that hovered near them when he first opened his eyes.. this was enough to set a flame within the ogre prince, and the boy worms a warpath towards his father. when he was close enough to the figure to touch, the boy opened his mouth and made a lunge — puny due to his pudge and stubs-for-legs — towards him. he lands what he doesn't realize is a paw, little yips and growls serving as ibrahim's battlecry.

Taliba has a prized possession in her teeth (the dirty furs..) Hers! But Taliba, it is time for a change! His son fumbles towards him with a mission in those beady eyes. Dropping gently the haunch in teeth, it is focused on instead. Both at a distance enough that Zharille could not immediately launch it down her gullet and choke, and that the children would hopefully not waddle into its grime just yet. A peck is felt at his paw. What might cause such a thing?

The lion's eyes peak over his neck to reveal a grumbling babe with a pudgy belly. Surprise hits first. "SON!" A smile beams, and then pride swells. "Look at you go!" So fierce! A warrior's heart, even if it is not the path he takes! Both from mother and father, it may have been destined for such hearty ferocity. Lifting the targeted paw, it taunted Ibrahim on and gently nudged his sons belly. Soft wiggles in the air would be Ibrahim's first experience with a warcrime. It is their first spar! Big toe to jiggle belly!

The smelly thing is set on the ground. Ibrahim hurtles at their father and Mesen-ka begins to play! Taliba wanted to play! Oh but she had the fur. It felt good to chew on, her mouth hurt less when chewing.

The girl awkwardly rose to her paws. Her head low and her rear high in the air as she tried to both scoot backwards towards her father and keep a tight grip of the fur. For a moment it worked! The fur folded over itself, until of course it hit a roadblock, creasing under the weight of Zharille resting atop it. Taliba growled as she tried with all of her puppy might to move a mountain.

Alas, the girl was making no progress.