Neverwinter Forest kings of the weekend

He was slowly wading into the depths of sleep, growing heavier by the moment. A noise, one that he felt the deep baritone of, rumbled through the air and woke the almost-sleeping prince. He grew attentive in his dark world as he was roused. His head lifted from his paws and his head shifted heavily to a tilt as the smell of his father whaffed into the den. He waited as his father’s scent grew stronger and stronger, and only moved once a kiss was place upon his crown. Once this was done, Rannoch tipped his head back and gurgled happily, hoping that that would attract the attention from his father again.