Bearclaw Valley State of Grace

Kove had to stop and let out a low chuckle as he heard the soft noises coming form the little girl. She was adorable, as were all of them, and the cooing noises she started to make seem to add onto that. He didn't mind cleaning her, them, despite knowing full well what he was cleaning off of her. It didn't seem to matter to him anymore, though it never really did in the first place. Seeing his daughter happy made him happy, as was shown when his tail started to move side-to-side behind him. He was careful with it, though, as he didn't want to risk hitting any of the others, nor did he want to create too much air movement by doing so.

When the girl rolled over onto he back, showing off her pudgy stomach, the Inuit was quick to figure out what it meant. He started to run his tongue over her stomach, but moved slow and made sure to be gentle. Even as an adult, one's underside was sensitive, so he assumed it was even more so for young. With that thought in his mind, he kept himself from trying to rush through the motion, as he didn't want to risk harming the child. Once he felt she had been cleaned enough, he poked her belly with his nose softly, before nudging her to try and get her to roll back over.