Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

Ata seemed to take great joy in their little game of airplane. He pawed at Iqniq's face and the father wrinkled his nose as one of his paws got caught in his lip. Spitting it out, Tonravik warned him this game might grow not so fun and quickly. "Nahh. I'm sure it will be– ow!" he folded his ears more solidly as Ata slipped from his face and toppled to the ground. He lowered his head, catching the boy to help aid in softening the landing. Then he licked him, encouragingly. Time to get back on that horse.

Their fox boy was similarly bold, he ventured up to the plushness of his chest and Iqniq scooped a paw towards him to cuddle back. He nuzzled his nose into Ping's scruff only to lift his head and expel a puff of air from his nostrils towards the boy's ears. Done teasing, he gave the boy a healthy lick too and turned his gaze towards the youngest who seemed unsure. Iqniq shifted and stared back at Sitamat, lowering his head to the ground as he lightly pinned Ping beneath an armpit to cuddle him further.

"Has he always been so timid?" Iqniq asked, casting his gaze briefly towards Tonravik before turning his puppy-dog-eyes towards their youngest. He let his eyes linger for only a few moments longer before he scooped Ata up into the tangle of his limbs as well. For now, he could overlook such reservations in four. He was a new figure. Unfamiliar. No doubt his large form would take some getting used to. But for those who were bold enough to greet him? Iqniq tumbled with them on the ground as he showered them with his fatherly affection.