Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

Last round here!

Two of his boys cuddled in against them. Iqniq gave them each their turns, going back and forth between Ata and Ping as he nuzzled their wiggling, squirming bodies with all the attention he'd stored up from waiting outside for what seemed like an eternity. Lots of licks. Lots of nuzzles. All things to let them know he cared for them and that he would be, for all that was within his realm of capability, there for them. He was safe. He was home. He was father.

At long last the forth born crept towards him. Iqniq stilled, careful not to make any sudden movement as the boy approached. Sitamat sniffed his muzzle, exploring and searching for anything that might make him grow weary. With his whiskers aggravated, Iqniq sneezed. His nose twitched and he pulled the dark pup into the arms of his embrace so he might cuddle with the rest of them.

This? This he could do for hours. He wanted his pups to know him and now that he had entry, he wasn't about to let them forget.