Bearclaw Valley mini explorer

December 21, 2015--Edit; Tacked an ending onto this.

A throaty chuckle exited the older wolf as the whelp continue his assault. He believed that, someday, the younger would be an excellent warrior, given how much effort he was currently putting into the little game of theirs. Even when the elder lowered himself down, the attacks did not cease. When he felt little teeth grip onto his ear, he gave a shake of his head to try and get the child to let go. The movement was not enough to make him fall, but more of a playful act. He wondered how Leo would react to such a move, too. There was various ways it could go. The child could tire and be done for the day, pout, or figure out a new way to leave his mark—metaphorically speaking, of course. Kove could not tell which of the options the boy would choose, as he’d never been an expert when it came to reading children. They were wild beings, after all, possessing different levels of, well, everything in comparison to adults.

For the next few minutes, the Inuit continued to play around with the boy, his chuckle ringing out once more every now and again. He'd always been fond of children and had no problem with spending the day teaching them, but he understood that once their energy burned out they, too, were out. He waited until the boy grew tired before returning him to the den in order to nap with the others. He liked Leo, even if the child was not his own, and could only hope that his true children might all accept him someday.