Nova Peak Moon

She's up.

At least, she was as up as up could be. Her belly hovered a big whole inch off the ground!  "Mlamalamlamlamanlan!" Milk-stained lips babbled on, and if one could guess what thoughts remained behind Mitoge's little mind, it would probably be about waging war for the next meal. Their little girl was ravenous, countless hours of sleep wailing for the next meal and only quiet when it came.

Crawling forward at a pace so fast it challenged lightning, Mitoge got one step forward on her new flying belly before stumbling. It did not seem to deter the moon child.

"Mlamalamlamlamlam!"

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skorpa was redolent with many scents and buzzheaded with fermentation. he had seen ayovi move to the den, or from it, and so took his own time in vigil.

little mitoge's eyes gleamed in the shimmer of stars. she was loud, babbling in babyish voice, and the broad huge hand of her father scooped the girl right into his palm and out beneath the light.

"shh. du vil vække din bror og søster, mitoge," skorpa rumbled, fascinated by how tiny she was despite the very strident spark of life.

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Stampeding towards the far promised land, it was the loving palm of god who swooped her into arms. Mitoge first flinched before catching the familiar scent of someone who had never left.

Throwing a leg over top of dad's paw, a floppy tongue loused out between her teeth and lips. 

There was something about Skorpa's face that gained Mitoge's entire attention and world; though, it was almost unrecognizable from the way in which her face drifted. She felt it. She'd probably hope he knew. Sometimes her nose would shift towards his breath, like now. "Eehhhb."

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fatherhood was not something the man had ever envisioned for himself. he had been meant to die in pursuit of Valhalla; this had been arrested by the presence of ayovi, and then later, her skilled paws pressing suppuration from his belly.

he had no life without her.

on a whim, skorpa pressed the bubbling babe upward, toward his shoulders. there the bearskin rested to take her claws; there she might see all the twinkling band of stars perched atop the mountain of her father's height.

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Grappling onto a hefty pelt, the little girls body pulled upwards and disappeared into bear fur. 

Two ears erupted from the rise of his shoulders, head using all of its strength to lift towards a glittering sky. Through murky lenses, she could see blooms of bright white jutting through the fading dancing lights. 

A waning crescent for the father and daughter, the fourth big shape in life. Big red blob of dad, big white blobs of both moms, and now the big-sky star.

Mitoge burped.

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skorpa chuckled.

"der er månen," he murmured, not walking more than a pair of very careful steps as mitoge explored the hairs of his bearskin with her burping breath.

"og der er stjernerne," rumbled white-jaw, turning slowly so that his daughter might behold the whole of the cosmos.

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