Bearclaw Valley State of Grace

So sorry for the wait @Desna

When the cry left his daughter's mouth, the Inuit's ears fell back slightly. Thinking he might have accidentally hurt her, he leaned his head down again to start nosing over her. Everything seem to be fine, which caused his ears to perk back up, and his gaze to linger on the child's form. He was still getting use to being around children who were so small and fragile, so Kove often worried over his actions when around them. He didn't want to accidentally step on one, or sit on one, and he certainly didn't want to risk hurting any of them. They were each a part of his family, and he treasured them, despite his constant state of worry when around them. His anxieties were sure to fade as they grew older, and larger, but for the time being he wanted to be as careful with them as was possible.

As Desna started to nose through his fur once more, he let her go for a little longer—despite having already figured out what she was looking for, and knowing she would be deeply disappointed. After a few moments were permitted to pass by, he moved her back gently again so he wouldn't have to crane his neck to see her. The new father then proceeded to move his head down to his paws, that way his head would be leveled with her body. "I can't give you what you're after," he informed her, though he knew she couldn't hear him. His eyes shifted towards the entrance, checking to see if Scarlett had returned yet, but moved back to the little grey body when he saw nothing. In this situation, he was useless, as he had not been born with the ability to feed a growing baby.