Bearclaw Valley State of Grace

When the girl had finally seemed to realize that he could not give her food, she didn't appear as disappointed as he'd been expecting. Instead, she'd decided to curl up against the side of her father's face, which he smiled at. He liked knowing that, even though he couldn't give them the food they needed at their current age, he could still be useful in providing them comfort. He was about to let himself relax, too, but then there came a warm liquid. It took a second for his mind to register that the liquid had, in fact, come from his daughter. Once he realized that, however, he knew exactly what it was. Of course, the Inuit couldn't be mad at her. She was still so young, and it wasn't like he expected her to have full control over her body just yet. Even so, a sigh escaped him, and he gave a gentle shake of his head as he raised it away from the girl.

Kove pulled himself up to his feet, then leaned down and picked the furry potato up out of her mess. He moved away from the puddle, before sitting back down and placing her in front of him. The man then proceeded to lay down again, pulled the girl closer to him, and went to work cleaning her of her accident. It wasn't the most pleasant of things to do, but it had to be done. He drew his tongue over her continuously until she was clean, though there wasn't much he could do about what had gotten onto his own fur at the moment. After he'd finished, he moved her to the other side of his face, and then laid his head back down on his paws. "Don't pee on me again, okay?" He grinned a bit as he heard himself, realizing just how funny it sounded. For a brief moment, he wondered if he'd ever done the same thing to his parents, before writing it off as a 'most likely' and turning his attention back to his daughter.